Should I lie concerning my right? my wound is incurable though I am without transgression.
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.
His archers surround me, he slashes my kidneys asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? will you be altogether unto me as a deceitful brook, and as waters that fail?
I am clean without transgression, I am innocent; neither is there iniquity in me.