He bent His bow and made me the target for His arrow.
Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.
Have I sinned— what have I done to You, O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target? Have I become a burden to You?
He bent His bow like an enemy, set His right hand like a foe, and killed all those pleasant to the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Zion He has poured out His wrath like fire.
For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.