Here’s how! With the sharp arrows of warriors, with arrowheads forged over the hot coals.

Sons born during one’s youth are like arrows in a warrior’s hand.

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

He prepares to use deadly weapons against him; he gets ready to shoot flaming arrows.

He shot his arrows and scattered them, many lightning bolts and routed them.

For your arrows pierce me, and your hand presses me down.

But God will shoot at them; suddenly they will be wounded by an arrow.

You need not fear the terrors of the night, the arrow that flies by day,

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

Let them disappear like water that flows away! Let them wither like grass!

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

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

I am surrounded by lions; I lie down among those who want to devour me; men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are a sharp sword.