Psalm 7:13

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He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.

For look, the wicked prepare their bows, they put their arrows on the strings, to shoot in the darkness at the morally upright.

Your arrows are sharp and penetrate the hearts of the king's enemies. Nations fall at your feet.

They sharpen their tongues like a sword; they aim their arrow, a slanderous charge,

Hurl lightning bolts and scatter them! Shoot your arrows and rout them!

I will increase their disasters, I will use up my arrows on them.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God's sudden terrors are arrayed against me.

He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrow.

The sun and moon stand still in their courses; the flash of your arrows drives them away, the bright light of your lightning-quick spear.

For it is right for God to repay with affliction those who afflict you,

They cried out with a loud voice, "How long, Sovereign Master, holy and true, before you judge those who live on the earth and avenge our blood?"

because they poured out the blood of your saints and prophets, so you have given them blood to drink. They got what they deserved!"

Grab your small shield and large shield, and rise up to help me!