¹² He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

²⁰ 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?

² For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

¹² If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,

¹³ Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

⁴ He hath trodden His bow as an enemy, Stood hath His right hand as an adversary, And He slayeth all the desirable ones of the eye, In the tent of the daughter of Zion, He hath poured out as fire His fury.

¹² At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

¹³ Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.