For my heart was in a ferment, And I was pierced in my kidneys.
His archers surround me, He splits my kidneys in two and does not spare, He pours out my bile on the ground.
Do not fret because of evil-doers, Do not be envious of the workers of unrighteousness.
Rest in יהוה, and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man doing wicked devices.
For I was envious of the boasters, When I saw the peace of the wrong-doers.
He made the arrows of His quiver pierce my kidneys.