His troops come on together; they have thrown up siegeworks against me and encamp around my tent.
distress and anguish terrify them; they prevail against them like a king prepared for battle.
God gives me up to the evil and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy; he pours out my gall on the ground.
On my right hand the rabble rise up; they send me sprawling and build roads for my ruin.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
And I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, who have said to you, “Bow down, that we may walk on you,” and you have made your back like the ground and like the street for them to walk on.