When my soul was embittered, when I was pricked in heart,
his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
Fret not yourself because of the wicked, be not envious of wrongdoers!
Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him; fret not yourself over him who prospers in his way, over the man who carries out evil devices!
For I was envious of the arrogant, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
He drove into my heart the arrows of his quiver;