His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tent.
Trouble and anguish shall make him afraid; they shall prevail against him, as a king ready for battle.
God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
His archers surround me, he slashes my kidneys asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison thereof drinks up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict you; who have said to your soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and you have laid your body like the ground, and as the street, for them that pass over.