For my heart was grieved, And I was pricked in my reins:
Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: Fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, Because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.
His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
For I was envious at the arrogant, When I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
Fret not thyself because of evil-doers, Neither be thou envious against them that work unrighteousness.
