Lamentations 3:12
He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
He hath bent his bow & made me a marke for the arrow.
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13Hee caused the arrowes of his quiuer to enter into my reines.
14I was a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
10He was vnto me as a beare lying in waite, and as a Lion in secret places.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
11God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
12I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
12Except he turne, he hath whet his sword: he hath bent his bowe and made it readie.
13Hee hath also prepared him deadly weapons: hee will ordeine his arrowes for them that persecute me.
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
2For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.
2And hee hath made my mouth like a sharpe sworde: vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he hid mee, and made me a chosen shafte, and hid me in his quiuer,
4For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
13From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
2He hath ledde mee, and brought me into darkenes, but not to light.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
11And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
4He hath bent his bowe like an enemie: his right hand was stretched vp as an aduersarie, and slewe al that was pleasant to the eye in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion: he powred out his wrath like fire.
7But God will shoote an arrowe at them suddenly: their strokes shalbe at once.
12Therefore shalt thou put them aparte, and the strings of thy bowe shalt thou make readie against their faces.
10Lo, he hath found occasions against me, and counted me for his enemie.
11He hath put my feete in the stockes, and looketh narrowly vnto all my paths.
35He teacheth mine handes to fight, so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
6They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. Selah.
28(41:19) The archer canot make him flee: ye stones of the sling are turned into stubble vnto him:
14The wicked haue drawen their sworde, and haue bent their bowe, to cast downe the poore and needie, and to slay such as be of vpright conuersation.
23I will spend plagues vpon them: I will bestowe mine arrowes vpon them.
20And I will shoote three arrowes on the side thereof, as though I shot at a marke.
4It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
34He teacheth mine hands to fight: so that a bowe of brasse is broken with mine armes.
5Thine arrowes are sharpe to pearce the heart of the Kings enemies: therefore the people shall fall vnder thee.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
3Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.
3But thou, Lord, knowest me: thou hast seene me, and tried mine heart towarde thee: pull them out like sheepe for the slaughter, and prepare them for the day of slaughter.
5The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spred a nette with cordes in my pathway, and set grennes for me. Selah.
11Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
24He shall flee from the yron weapons, and the bow of steele shal strike him through.
7Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
3And I will smite thy bowe out of thy left hand, and I will cause thine arrowes to fall out of thy right hand.
16For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.
9Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
23And the archers grieued him, and shotte against him and hated him.