His troops come on together; they have cast up their siege ramp[1] against me and encamp around my tent.
distress and anguish terrify him; they prevail against him, like a king ready for battle.
God gives me up to the ungodly and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
On my right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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 pass over'; and you have made your back like the ground and like the street for them to pass over."