“God brings him out of Egypt, He is for him like the horns of the wild ox. He will devour the nations who are his adversaries, And will crush their bones in pieces, And shatter them with his arrows.

‘I will heap misfortunes on them; I will use My arrows on them.

‘I will make My arrows drunk with blood, And My sword will devour flesh, With the blood of the slain and the captives, From the long-haired leaders of the enemy.’

I will shoot three arrows to the side, as though I shot at a target.

And behold, I will send the lad, saying, ‘Go, find the arrows.’ If I specifically say to the lad, ‘Behold, the arrows are on this side of you, get them,’ then come; for there is safety for you and no harm, as the Lord lives.

But if I say to the youth, ‘Behold, the arrows are beyond you,’ go, for the Lord has sent you away.

He said to his lad, “Run, find now the arrows which I am about to shoot.” As the lad was running, he shot an arrow past him.

“And He sent out arrows, and scattered them, Lightning, and routed them.

Elisha said to him, “Take a bow and arrows.” So he took a bow and arrows.

Then he said, “Take the arrows,” and he took them. And he said to the king of Israel, “Strike the ground,” and he struck it three times and stopped.

They were equipped with bows, using both the right hand and the left to sling stones and to shoot arrows from the bow; they were Saul’s kinsmen from Benjamin.

In Jerusalem he made engines of war invented by skillful men to be on the towers and on the corners for the purpose of shooting arrows and great stones. Hence his fame spread afar, for he was marvelously helped until he was strong.

“For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, Their poison my spirit drinks; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.

“His arrows surround me. Without mercy He splits my kidneys open; He pours out my gall on the ground.

He has also prepared for Himself deadly weapons; He makes His arrows fiery shafts.

He sent out His arrows, and scattered them, And lightning flashes in abundance, and routed them.

For Your arrows have sunk deep into me, And Your hand has pressed down on me.

Your arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under You; Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

My soul is among lions; I must lie among those who breathe forth fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows And their tongue a sharp sword.

Let them flow away like water that runs off; When he aims his arrows, let them be as headless shafts.

There He broke the flaming arrows, The shield and the sword and the weapons of war. Selah.

The clouds poured out water; The skies gave forth a sound; Your arrows flashed here and there.

Sharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning coals of the broom tree.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth.

Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Send out Your arrows and confuse them.