Almighty God has shot me with arrows, and their poison spreads through my body. God has lined up his terrors against me.

Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer? Why use me for your target practice? Am I so great a burden to you?

I was living in peace, but God took me by the throat and battered me and crushed me. God uses me for target practice

and shoots arrows at me from every side--- arrows that pierce and wound me; and even then he shows no pity.

If they do not change their ways, God will sharpen his sword. He bends his bow and makes it ready;

he takes up his deadly weapons and aims his burning arrows.

You have wounded me with your arrows; you have struck me down.