Lamentations 3:13
He has let loose his arrows into the inmost parts of my body.
He has let loose his arrows into the inmost parts of my body.
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11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
12 With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.
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.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
2 For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
13 He has made ready for him the instruments of death; he makes his arrows flames of fire.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
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.
5 Your arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's haters; because of them the peoples are falling under you.
2 And he has made my mouth like a sharp sword, in the shade of his hand he has kept me; and he has made me like a polished arrow, keeping me in his secret place;
4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.
14 I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
15 He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
7 But God sends out an arrow against them; suddenly they are wounded.
2 See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5 He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
24 He may go in flight from the iron spear, but the arrow from the bow of brass will go through him;
25 He is pulling it out, and it comes out of his back; and its shining point comes out of his side; he is overcome by fears.
14 The evil-doers have taken out their swords, their bows are bent; for crushing the poor, and to put to death those who are upright in their ways.
15 But their swords will be turned into their hearts, and their bows will be broken.
23 Is it through you that he is shaking like a locust, in the pride of his loud-sounding breath?
35 He makes my hands expert in war, so that a bow of brass is bent by my arms.
23 I will send a rain of troubles on them, my arrows will be showered on them.
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
34 He makes my hands expert in war, so that a bow of brass is bent by my arms.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
23 Like a bird falling into a net; with no thought that his life is in danger, till an arrow goes into his side.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
14 You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.
12 Their backs will be turned when you make ready the cords of your bow against their faces.
3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.
9 He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
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.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
3 And the fight was going badly for Saul, and the archers came across him, and he was wounded by the archers.
3 And the fight was going against Saul, and the archers came across him, and he was wounded by the archers.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
3 Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
3 And with a blow I will send your bow out of your left hand and your arrows falling from your right hand.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.