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 thee, thou watcher of men? Why hast thou made me thy mark? Why have I become a burden to thee?
For thy arrows have sunk into me, and thy hand has come down on me.
He has bent his bow like an enemy, with his right hand set like a foe; and he has slain all the pride of our eyes in the tent of the daughter of Zion; he has poured out his fury like fire.