My enemies turn back when you appear; they fall down and die.

You made us run from our enemies, and they took for themselves what was ours.

The day I call to you, my enemies will be turned back. I know this: God is on my side---

Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer? Why use me for your target practice? Am I so great a burden to you?

I was living in peace, but God took me by the throat and battered me and crushed me. God uses me for target practice

and shoots arrows at me from every side--- arrows that pierce and wound me; and even then he shows no pity.

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

he takes up his deadly weapons and aims his burning arrows.

He shot his arrows and scattered his enemies; with flashes of lightning he sent them running.

But God shoots his arrows at them, and suddenly they are wounded.