His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
and I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee, that have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid thy back as the ground, and as the street, to them that go over.
His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.