He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
The arrow cannot make him flee. Sling-stones are turned into stubble with him.
I will heap evils upon them. I will spend my arrows upon them,
Their quiver is an open sepulcher. They are all mighty men.
He has bent his bow like an enemy. He has stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all who were pleasant to the eye. He has poured out his wrath like fire in the tent of the daughter of Zion.