Lamentations 3:12-16

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.

He has also made my teeth grind with gravel; He has made me cower in the dust.