He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrows.
Almighty God has shot me with arrows, and their poison spreads through my body. God has lined up his terrors against me.
Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer? Why use me for your target practice? Am I so great a burden to you?
You have wounded me with your arrows; you have struck me down.
He aimed his arrows at us like an enemy; He killed all those who were our joy and delight. Here in Jerusalem we felt his burning anger.