Lamentations 3:11-15

He has made my ways deviate, and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.

He bent His bow And took aim at me as a target for the arrow.

He made the arrows of His quiver Enter my inward parts.

I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their song of ridicule all the day.

He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drink plenty of wormwood.