For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.
As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.
Thou causest us to turn backward from an adversary, And those hating us, Have spoiled for themselves.
Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God `is' for me.
And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.
Take counsel, and it is broken, Speak a word, and it doth not stand, Because of Emmanu-El!'
He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.