Instead of getting a fair trial, I am called a liar. I have been seriously hurt, even though I have not sinned.’
his archers surround me. He stabs my kidneys without mercy; he spills my blood on the ground.
You said, ‘I am pure and without sin; I am innocent and free from guilt.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are gathered against me.
I don’t understand why my pain has no end. I don’t understand why my injury is not cured or healed. Will you be like a brook that goes dry? Will you be like a spring that stops flowing?