He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my inner parts.
The arrow cannot make him flee: sling stones are turned with him into stubble.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which my spirit drinks up: the terrors of God set themselves in formation against me.
Their quiver is like an open sepulcher, they are all mighty men.
He has bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand like 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.
I will heap adversity upon them; I will spend my arrows upon them.