Thus my heart was grieved, And I was vexed in my mind.
Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass.
His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.
He has caused the arrows of His quiver To pierce my loins.
For I was envious of the boastful, When I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
Do not fret because of evildoers, Nor be envious of the workers of iniquity.
