He. He hath shot into my reins the daughters of his quiver.
For the arrows of the Lord are in me, the rage whereof drinketh up my spirit: and the terrors of the Lord war against me.
I will heap evils upon them: and will spend my arrows among them.
Their quiver is as an open sepulchre: they are all valiant.
Daleth. He hath bent his bow as an enemy, he hath fixed his right hand as an adversary: and he hath killed all that was fair to behold in the tabernacle of the daughter of Sion: he hath poured out his indignation like fire.