He made the arrowsof His quiverTo enterinto my inwardparts.
"The arrowcannotmake him flee;Slingstonesare turnedinto stubblefor him.
"For the arrowsof the Almightyare withinme, Their poisonmy spiritdrinks;The terrorsof Godare arrayedagainst me.
"Their quiveris like an opengrave,Allof them are mightymen.
He has bentHis bowlike an enemy;He has setHis righthandlike an adversaryAnd slainallthat were pleasantto the eye;In the tentof the daughterof ZionHe has pouredout His wrathlike fire.
I will heapmisfortuneson them; I will useMy arrowson them.
