Lamentations 3:13

For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.

She said to them, “Don’t call me Naomi. Call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

He sent out arrows, and scattered them; lightning, and confused them.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.’

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

A certain man drew his bow at random, and struck the king of Israel between the joints of the armor. Therefore he said to the driver of his chariot, “Turn your hand, and carry me out of the battle; for I am severely wounded.”

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.

He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

when I send on them the evil arrows of famine that are for destruction, which I will send to destroy you. I will increase the famine on you, and will break your staff of bread.

Then Ezra rose up from before God’s house, and went into the room of Jehohanan the son of Eliashib. When he came there, he ate no bread, nor drank water; for he mourned because of their trespass of the captivity.

Therefore snares are around you. Sudden fear troubles you,

I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

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.

My eyes fail with tears. My heart is troubled. My liver is poured on the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the young children and the infants swoon in the streets of the city.

He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So the rich man will also fade away in his pursuits.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

The archers have severely grieved him, shot at him, and persecuted him:

“ ‘If you in spite of these things will not listen to me, then I will chastise you seven times more for your sins.

God brings him out of Egypt. He has as it were the strength of the wild ox. He shall consume the nations his adversaries, shall break their bones in pieces, and pierce them with his arrows.

It was shown to you so that you might know that Yahweh is God. There is no one else besides him.

Yahweh will not pardon him, but then Yahweh’s anger and his jealousy will smoke against that man, and all the curse that is written in this book will fall on him, and Yahweh will blot out his name from under the sky.

“I will heap evils on them. I will spend my arrows on them.

I will make my arrows drunk with blood. My sword shall devour flesh with the blood of the slain and the captives, from the head of the leaders of the enemy.”

The elders of his house arose beside him, to raise him up from the earth: but he would not, and he didn’t eat bread with them.

A certain man drew his bow at random, and struck the king of Israel between the joints of the armor. Therefore he said to the driver of the chariot, “Turn your hand, and carry me out of the army; for I am severely wounded.”

The archers shot at king Josiah; and the king said to his servants, “Take me away, because I am seriously wounded!”

Let still be my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

Do you intend to reprove words, since the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.

Terrors will make him afraid on every side, and will chase him at his heels.

His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.

“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.

whom I, even I, will see on my side. My eyes will see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.

Let his own eyes see his destruction. Let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty.

For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.

For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because of his majesty, I can do nothing.

Beware lest you say, ‘We have found wisdom. God may refute him, not man;’

so that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.

He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.

The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.

He sent out his arrows, and scattered them; Yes, great lightning bolts, and routed them.

For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.

Don’t fret because of evildoers, neither be envious against those who work unrighteousness.

Rest in Yahweh, and wait patiently for him. Don’t fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

Your arrows are sharp. The nations fall under you, with arrows in the heart of the king’s enemies.

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.

Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.

For I was envious of the arrogant, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.

Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don’t hide your face from me, so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.

A man’s spirit will sustain him in sickness, but a crushed spirit, who can bear?

“It will happen at that day,” says Yahweh, “that the heart of the king will perish, along with the heart of the princes. The priests will be astonished, and the prophets will wonder.”

My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.

Therefore as I live,’ says the Lord Yahweh, ‘surely, because you have defiled my sanctuary with all your detestable things, and with all your abominations, therefore I will also diminish you. My eye won’t spare, and I will have no pity.

Mischief will come on mischief, and rumor will be on rumor. They will seek a vision of the prophet; but the law will perish from the priest, and counsel from the elders.

Yes, he scoffs at kings, and princes are a derision to him. He laughs at every stronghold, for he builds up an earthen ramp, and takes it.

You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. You split the earth with rivers.

At the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which is, being interpreted, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

He was without sight for three days, and neither ate nor drank.

He who didn’t spare his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how would he not also with him freely give us all things?

Knowing therefore the fear of the Lord, we persuade men, but we are revealed to God, and I hope that we are revealed also in your consciences.

and didn’t spare the ancient world, but preserved Noah with seven others, a preacher of righteousness, when he brought a flood on the world of the ungodly;