| The Archer is my Tormentor, I shall not smile; He maketh me to hide all day behind my shield. He leadeth me astray with random arrows; His rapid firing confounds me' He changeth targets over and over for His own sake. Yea, when I walk through the shadow of hurling missiles, I can find no respite, for he hath moved; He answereth not my cries nor standeth in one place; He stopeth not when I ask and runneth not when I expect; My work never endeth; Speeding arrows and thunderous rocks shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall moan and groan on the battlefield forever. Amen |
