13 He shot into my vitals the arrows of his quiver;
4 For the arrows of the Almighty[a] are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.(A)
28 The arrow cannot make it flee; slingstones, for it, are turned to chaff.
23 I will heap disasters upon them, spend my arrows against them:(A)
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