Should I lie concerning my right? My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’
His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.
‘I am pure, without transgression; I am innocent, and there is no iniquity in me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Why is my pain perpetual And my wound incurable, Which refuses to be healed? Will You surely be to me like an unreliable stream, As waters that fail?