For my soul was grieved, and I was pricked in my heart.
Rest in LORD, and wait patiently for him. Fret not thyself because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who brings wicked devices to pass.
His archers encompass me round about. He splits my reins apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall upon the ground.
He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
Fret not thyself because of evil-doers, nor be thou envious against those who work unrighteousness.
