Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
my spirit drinks their poison.
God’s terrors are arrayed against me.

By His breath the heavens gained their beauty;
His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

Can you put a cord through his nose
or pierce his jaw with a hook?

They advance as through a gaping breach;
they keep rolling in through the ruins.

His anger tears at me, and He harasses me.
He gnashes His teeth at me.
My enemy pierces me with His eyes.

His archers surround me.
He pierces my kidneys without mercy
and pours my bile on the ground.

If he flees from an iron weapon,
an arrow from a bronze bow will pierce him.

Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.

Can anyone capture him while he looks on,
or pierce his nose with snares?

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