He bent His bow and made me the target for His arrow.
For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.
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?
Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.
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.