God shall an arrow shoot at them, and wound them suddenly:
Yea, he his arrows sent abroad, and them he scattered; His lightnings also he shot out, and them discomfited.
How in a moment suddenly to ruin brought are they! With fearful terrors utterly they are consum'd away.
That they may at the perfect man in secret aim their shot; Yea, suddenly they dare at him to shoot, and fear it not.