Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
And I have put it into the hand of those afflicting thee, Who have said to thy soul, Bow down, and we pass over, And thou makest as the earth thy body, And as the street to those passing by!'