He drove into my heart the arrows of his quiver;
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
The arrow cannot make him flee; for him slingstones are turned to stubble.
“ ‘And I will heap evils upon them; I will spend my arrows upon them;
Their quiver is like an open tomb, they are all mighty men.
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.