¹² He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?

² For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

⁴ For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

¹² If a man turn not, he will whet his sword; He hath bent his bow, and made it ready.

¹³ He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery `shafts'.

⁴ He hath bent his bow like an enemy, he hath stood with his right hand as an adversary, And hath slain all that were pleasant to the eye: In the tent of the daughter of Zion he hath poured out his wrath like fire.

¹² I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

¹³ His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.