should I lie against my right? My wound is incurable, without transgression.
His archers surround me; He splits my kidneys and has no pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.
You said, I am pure, without transgression; I am clean and no iniquity is in me;
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.
Why has my pain been continual and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? You surely are to me as a deceitful stream, its waters cannot be trusted.