¹² With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.

²⁰ If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?

² For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.

⁴ For the arrows of the Ruler of all are present with me, and their poison goes deep into my spirit: his army of fears is put in order against me.

¹² If a man is not turned from his evil, he will make his sword sharp; his bow is bent and ready.

¹³ He has made ready for him the instruments of death; he makes his arrows flames of fire.

⁴ His bow has been bent for the attack, he has taken his place with his hand ready, in his hate he has put to death all who were pleasing to the eye: on the tent of the daughter of Zion he has let loose his passion like fire.

¹² I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.

¹³ His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.