For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my 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 splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him. Don't fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.
For I was envious of the arrogant, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.