For the arrows of the Almighty [are] within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.

Have I sinned? What have I done to You, O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, So that I am a burden to myself?

I was at ease, but He has shattered me; He also has taken [me] by my neck, and shaken me to pieces; He has set me up for His target,

His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.

If he does not turn back, He will sharpen His sword; He bends His bow and makes it ready.

He also prepares for Himself instruments of death; He makes His arrows into fiery shafts.

For Your arrows pierce me deeply, And Your hand presses me down.