When my soul was embittered, when I was pricked in heart,
his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy; he pours out my gall on the ground.
Do not fret because of the wicked; do not be envious of wrongdoers,
Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him; do not fret over those who prosper in their way, over those who carry out evil devices.
For I was envious of the arrogant; I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
He shot into my vitals the arrows of his quiver;