He pierced my kidneys with shafts from his quiver.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me, and my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Their quivers are like open graves; all of them are warriors.
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.
I will heap evils upon them and exhaust all my arrows against them: