When my soul was embittered, when I was pricked in heart,
Thus my heart was grieved, And I was pricked in my reins.
For my heart was grieved, embittered, and in a state of ferment, and I was pricked in my heart [as with the sharp fang of an adder].
For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
When my heart was bitter, when I was all cut up inside,
Do not allow the humble to be turned away in confusion. The poor and the needy will praise your name.
Let not the humble be turned away with confusion: the poor and needy shall praise thy name.
his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy; he pours out my gall on the ground.
Do not fret because of the wicked; do not be envious of wrongdoers,
Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him; do not fret over those who prosper in their way, over those who carry out evil devices.
For I was envious of the arrogant; I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
He shot into my vitals the arrows of his quiver;