He drove into my kidneys the arrows of his quiver;
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
The arrow cannot make him flee; for him, sling stones are turned to stubble.
“‘And I will heap disasters upon them; I will spend my arrows on them;
Their quiver is like an open tomb; they are all mighty warriors.
He has bent his bow like an enemy, with his right hand set like a foe; and he has killed all who were delightful in our eyes in the tent of the daughter of Zion; he has poured out his fury like fire.