Lamentations

He hath bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and slew all that were pleasant to the eye in the tabernacle of the daughter of Zion: he poured out his fury like fire.

I will heap mischiefs upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

And the archers shot at king Josiah; and the king said to his servants, Have me away; for I am sore wounded.