He has bent His bow And set me up as a target for the arrow.
For Your arrows pierce me deeply, And Your hand presses me down.
Have I sinned? What have I done to You, O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, So that I am a burden to myself?
Standing like an enemy, He has bent His bow; With His right hand, like an adversary, He has slain all who were pleasing to His eye; On the tent of the daughter of Zion, He has poured out His fury like fire.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.