Their backs will be turned when you make ready the cords of your bow against their faces.
If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
He sent out his arrows, driving them in all directions; by his flames of fire they were troubled.
By you their backs are turned in flight, so that my haters are cut off.
Because of this we are turned back by the attacker: those who have hate for us take our goods for themselves.
When I send up my cry to you, my haters will be turned back; I am certain of this, for God is with me.
But God sends out an arrow against them; suddenly they are wounded.
When my haters are turned back, they will be broken and overcome before you.
Let your designs be formed, and they will come to nothing; give your orders, and they will not be effected: for God is with us.
With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.