He bent his bow, and set me up as a target for his arrow.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me, and my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
If I sin, what do I do to you, O watcher of mortals? Why have you made me your target? Why should I be a burden for you?
Lord, do not punish me in your anger; in your wrath do not chastise me!
He bent his bow like an enemy; the arrow in his right hand Like a foe, he killed all those held precious; On the tent of daughter Zion he poured out his wrath like fire.