¹² For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

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.

⁴⁰ As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.

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

⁷ And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

⁹ Then turn back do mine enemies in the day I call. This I have known, that God `is' for me.

¹⁰ Thou causest us to turn backward from an adversary, And those hating us, Have spoiled for themselves.

¹⁴ And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.

³ In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.

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.

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?