He shot his arrows deep into my heart.
Arrows cannot make it flee. Stones shot from a sling are like bits of grass.
For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. Their poison infects my spirit. God’s terrors are lined up against me.
Their weapons are deadly; their warriors are mighty.
He bends his bow against his people, as though he were their enemy. His strength is used against them to kill their finest youth. His fury is poured out like fire on beautiful Jerusalem.
I will heap disasters upon them and shoot them down with my arrows.
