"His troopscometogether,And buildup their wayagainstme And camparoundmy tent.
"Distressand anguishterrifyhim, They overpowerhim like a kingreadyfor the attack,
"Godhandsme overto ruffiansAnd tossesme into the handsof the wicked.
"His arrowssurroundme. WithoutmercyHe splitsmy kidneysopen;He poursout my gallon the ground.
"On the righthandtheir broodarises;They thrustaside my feetand buildup againstme their waysof destruction.
"For the arrowsof the Almightyare withinme, Their poisonmy spiritdrinks;The terrorsof Godare arrayedagainst me.
"I will putit into the handof your tormentors,Whohave saidto you, 'Liedownthat we may walkover[you].' You have even madeyour backlike the groundAnd like the streetfor those who walkover[it]."
