He caused the sons of His quiver to enter into my kidneys.
A son of a bow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned to stubble by him;
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.
Their quiver is as an open grave; they are all mighty men.
He trod His bow like an enemy, and set His right hand like an oppressive one; and killed all who were desirable to the eye in the tent of the daughter of Zion. He poured out His fury like fire.
I will heap evils on them; I will use up My arrows on them: