He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
The arrow cannot make him flee: sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
I will heap mischiefs upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.
Their quiver is as an open sepulchre, they are all mighty men.
He hath bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and slew all that were pleasant to the eye in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion: he poured out his fury like fire.