Lamentations 3:13
He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
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11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
12He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
12I 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.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
2For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
13He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery [shafts] .
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
13From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
4For 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.
5Thine arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under thee; [They are] in the heart of the king's enemies.
2and he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me: and he hath made me a polished shaft; in his quiver hath he kept me close:
4Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
14I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
7But God will shoot at them; With an arrow suddenly shall they be wounded.
2For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
24He shall flee from the iron weapon, And the bow of brass shall strike him through.
25He draweth it forth, and it cometh out of his body; Yea, the glittering point cometh out of his gall: Terrors are upon him.
14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay such as are upright in the way.
15Their sword shall enter into their own heart, And their bows shall be broken.
23The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.
35He teacheth my hands to war, So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.
28The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
23I will heap evils upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them:
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
34He teacheth my hands to war; So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
23Till an arrow strike through his liver; As a bird hasteth to the snare, And knoweth not that it is for his life.
20Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
14Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
12For thou wilt make them turn their back; Thou wilt make ready with thy bowstrings against their face.
3The plowers plowed upon my back; They made long their furrows.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
4He 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.
4My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
3And the battle went sore against Saul, and the archers overtook him; and he was greatly distressed by reason of the archers.
3And the battle went sore against Saul, and the archers overtook him; and he was distressed by reason of the archers.
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
3Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
3Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
13For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.
3and I will smite thy bow out of thy left hand, and will cause thine arrows to fall out of thy right hand.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.