Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
His archers compass me round about, he splits my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
Fret not yourself because of evildoers, neither be you envious against the workers of iniquity.
Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not yourself because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who brings wicked devices to pass.
For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
He has caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.