Job 6:4

She said to them, “Do not call me Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

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

Should I lie concerning my justice? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’

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

I have been afflicted and about to breathe my last from my youth on; I bear Your terrors; I am overcome.

“As often as it passes through, it will take you; For morning after morning it will pass through, anytime during the day or night, And it will be sheer terror to understand the report.”

He has bent His bow like an enemy; He has set His right hand like an adversary And killed all that were desirable to the eye; In the tent of the daughter of Zion He has poured out His wrath like fire.

He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow.