God’s archers {\cf2\super [29]} are all around me.\par He shoots arrows in my kidneys.\par He shows no mercy.\par He spills my gall {\cf2\super [30]} on the ground.\par
I don’t understand why I still hurt.\par I don’t understand why my wound\par is not cured and cannot be healed.\par Lord, I think you have changed.\par You are like a spring of water\par that became dry.\par You are like a spring\par whose water has stopped flowing.\par