he bent his bow and set me as a mark for his arrow.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
If I sin, what do I do to you, you watcher of humanity? Why have you made me your target? Why have I become a burden to you?
For your arrows have sunk into me, and your hand has come down on me.
He has bent his bow like an enemy, with his right hand set like a foe; he has killed all those in whom we took pride in the tent of daughter Zion; he has poured out his fury like fire.