Psalm 7:12

For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Arise, O Yahweh, confront him, bring him low; Protect my soul from the wicked with Your sword,

For You will make them turn their back; You will aim with Your bowstrings at their faces.

But God will shoot them with an arrow; Suddenly they will be wounded.

Its arrows are sharp and all its bows are bent; The hoofs of its horses seem like flint and its chariot wheels like a whirlwind.

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

Your bow was made bare; Rods were sworn unto battle by word. Selah. You split the earth with rivers.