His troops come together and build up their road against me; they set up camp all around my tent.
At my right hand their brood arises; they push away my feet, and they raise against me their ways of destruction.
But I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to you, “Lie down that we may walk over you.” And you have laid your back as the ground and as the street for those who walk on it.
His archers surround me; He splits open my kidneys and does not pity; He pours out my gall upon the ground.
God has delivered me to the ungodly and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Trouble and anguish will make him afraid; they will prevail against him as a king ready to the battle.