I’m considered a liar in spite of my rights. I’ve been wounded by a deadly arrow, though I haven’t been disobedient.’
and his archers surrounded me. He slashes open my kidneys without mercy and spills my blood on the ground.
⌞You said,⌟ ‘I’m pure—without any rebellious acts ⌞against God⌟. I’m clean; I have no sin.
because the arrows of the Almighty ⌞have found their target⌟ in me, and my spirit is drinking their poison. God’s terrors line up in battle against me.
Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to heal? Will you disappoint me like a stream that dries up in summertime?