He will shoot his arrows at them and make them turn and run.
Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer? Why use me for your target practice? Am I so great a burden to you?
He shot his arrows and scattered his enemies; with flashes of lightning he sent them running.
You make my enemies run from me; I destroy those who hate me.
You made us run from our enemies, and they took for themselves what was ours.
The day I call to you, my enemies will be turned back. I know this: God is on my side—
But God shoots his arrows at them, and suddenly they are wounded.
My enemies turn back when you appear; they fall down and die.
Make your plans! But they will never succeed. Talk all you want to! But it is all useless, because God is with us.
He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrows.