Shall I speak falsehood against my judgment? mine arrow was desperate without transgression.
For the arrows of the Almighty are with me, which their anger drank up my spirit: the terrors of God will be prepared for me.
His multitudes will surround upon me, he will cleave my reins asunder, and not spare; he will pour my gall upon the earth.
Wherefore was my pain everlasting and my blow incurable, refusing to be healed? Being, wilt thou be to me as falsehood, the waters were not faithful?
I am clean without transgression; I am fair, and no iniquity to me.