Should I lieconcerningmy right?My woundis incurable,[though I am] withouttransgression.'
"His arrowssurroundme. WithoutmercyHe splitsmy kidneysopen;He poursout my gallon the ground.
I am pure,withouttransgression;I am innocentand there is noguiltin me.
"For the arrowsof the Almightyare withinme, Their poisonmy spiritdrinks;The terrorsof Godare arrayedagainst me.
Whyhas my painbeenperpetualAnd my woundincurable,refusingto be healed?Will You indeedbe to me likea deceptive[stream] With waterthat is unreliable?
