He brought the sons of his quiver into my reins.
The son of the bow shall not cause him to flee: sling-stones were turned to him for stubble.
For the arrows of the Almighty are with me, which their anger drank up my spirit: the terrors of God will be prepared for me.
Its quiver as a grave being opened, all they are strong.
He bent his bow as an enemy: he set his right hand as an adversary, and be will slay all the delights of the eye in the tent of the daughter of Zion: he poured his wrath as fire.
I will gather evils upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.