He has caused the arrows of His quiver To pierce my loins.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.
‘I will heap disasters on them; I will spend My arrows on them.
Their quiver is like an open tomb; They are all mighty men.
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.