He has bent His bow And set me up as a target for the arrow.
For Your arrows have pierced me, And Your hand comes down on me.
Have I sinned? What have I done to You, O Watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, so that I am a burden to You?
He has bent His bow like an enemy. He has set His right hand like an adversary. And He slays all who delighted the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Tsiyon, He has poured out His wrath like fire.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, my spirit drinks in their poison, the onslaughts of Eloah are arrayed against me.