He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my heart.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison thereof drinks up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
The arrow cannot make him flee: clingstones with him are turned into stubble.
I will heap evils upon them; I will spend my arrows upon them.
Their quiver is as an open sepulcher, they are all mighty men.
He has bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all that were pleasant to the eye in the tent of the daughter of Zion: he poured out his fury like fire.