His armies gather; they prepare to attack me. They camp around my tent.
Worry and suffering terrify them; they overwhelm them, like a king ready to attack,
God has turned me over to evil people and has handed me over to the wicked.
his archers surround me. He stabs my kidneys without mercy; he spills my blood on the ground.
On my right side they rise up like a mob. They lay traps for my feet and prepare to attack me.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are gathered against me.
I will now give that cup of punishment to those who gave you pain, who told you, ‘Bow down so we can walk over you.’ They made your back like dirt for them to walk on; you were like a street for them to travel on.”