His troops come together and raise up their way against me, and camp around my tent.
Trouble and pain shall terrify him; they shall overpower him, as a king ready for the battle;
God has delivered me to the perverse; and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
His archers hem me in; He splits my inward parts, and does not spare; He pours out my gall on the ground.
On my right a brood rises; they push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their ruin.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.
But I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, Bow down so that we may cross; and put your back as the ground, even as the street to those who cross.