For in judging me there is a lie: my arrow is violent without any sin.
For the arrows of the Lord are in me, the rage whereof drinketh up my spirit: and the terrors of the Lord war against me.
I that was formerly so wealthy am all on a sudden broken to pieces. He hath taken me by my neck. He hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.
Why is my sorrow become perpetual, and my wound desperate so as to refuse to be healed? It is become to me as the falsehood of deceitful waters that cannot be trusted.
I am clean, and without sin. I am unspotted, and there is no iniquity in me.