Should I lie concerning my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’
His archers surround me; He splits open my kidneys and does not pity; He pours out my gall upon the ground.
‘I am clean, without transgression; I am innocent, nor is there iniquity in me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Why is my pain perpetual and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Shall You be altogether to me as a deceptive stream and as waters that fail?