²² Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

²⁶ For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; And they tell of the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded.

⁵ But put forth thy hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce thee to thy face.

¹⁶ And if `my head' exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.

²⁵ Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

¹¹ God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

¹³ His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

¹⁴ He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

³¹ If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one that hath not been filled with his meat?

²³ and I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee, that have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid thy back as the ground, and as the street, to them that go over.

³ who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.