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