Notwithstanding my right I am considered a liar. My wound is incurable, though I am without disobedience.'
His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
'I am clean, without disobedience. I am innocent, neither is there iniquity in me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?