He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.
The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Their quiver is an open tomb, they are all mighty men.
He has bent his bow like an enemy, he has stood with his right hand as an adversary, Has killed all that were pleasant to the eye: In the tent of the daughter of Tziyon he has poured out his wrath like fire.
I will heap evils on them. I will spend my arrows on them.