Lamentations 3:13
He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.
He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.
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11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
12 He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13 His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
2 For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
13 He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.
21 For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
13 From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 Your arrows are sharp. The nations fall under you, with arrows in the heart of the king's enemies.
2 and he has made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his hand, he has hidden me: and he has made me a polished shaft; in his quiver has he kept me close:
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
14 I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
16 He has also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he has covered me with ashes.
7 But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.
2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
5 He has built against me, and surrounded me with gall and travail.
6 He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.
25 He draws it forth, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.
14 The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, to kill those who are upright in the way.
15 Their sword shall enter into their own heart. Their bows shall be broken.
23 The quiver rattles against him, the flashing spear and the javelin.
35 He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of brass.
28 The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.
23 "I will heap evils on them. I will spend my arrows on them.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
34 He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of bronze.
3 For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
23 Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn't know that it will cost his life.
20 See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
14 You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
12 For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.
3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
9 He has walled up my ways with cut stone; he has made my paths crooked.
4 He has bent his bow like an enemy, he has stood with his right hand as an adversary, Has killed all that were pleasant to the eye: In the tent of the daughter of Zion he has poured out his wrath like fire.
4 My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
3 The battle went hard against Saul, and the archers overtook him; and he was greatly distressed by reason of the archers.
3 The battle went hard against Saul, and the archers overtook him; and he was distressed by reason of the archers.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
3 who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,
14 I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
3 Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can't hear. I so am dismayed that I can't see.
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
3 and I will strike your bow out of your left hand, and will cause your arrows to fall out of your right hand.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.