For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
By David. Do not fret because of evil doers, Be not envious against doers of iniquity,
Be silent for Jehovah, and stay thyself for Him, Do not fret because of him Who is making prosperous his way, Because of a man doing wicked devices.
The peace of the wicked I see, That there are no bands at their death,
He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.