He made the arrows of His quiver pierce my kidneys.
The arrow does not make him flee, sling-stones become like stubble to him.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, my spirit drinks in their poison, the onslaughts of Eloah are arrayed against me.
“Their quiver is like an open tomb, all of them are mighty men.
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.
“I gather evils upon them, I use up My arrows upon them –
