²¹ Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

⁹ He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

¹⁰ They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.

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

¹² I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

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.

¹⁴ If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

¹⁵ If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.

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

¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.

⁶ Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time;

¹⁴ All thy lovers have forgotten thee; they seek thee not: for I have wounded thee with the wound of an enemy, with the chastisement of a cruel one, for the greatness of thine iniquity, because thy sins were increased.

¹³ Thou hast a mighty arm; Strong is thy hand, and high is thy right hand.

⁷ Will the Lord cast off for ever? And will he be favorable no more?

⁸ Is his lovingkindness clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore?

⁹ Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah

⁶ Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.

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

⁶ Know now that God hath subverted me `in my cause', And hath compassed me with his net.

⁷ Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

⁸ He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.

⁹ He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.

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

²⁶ For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:

²⁷ Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:

²⁸ Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

³ Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?

²¹ And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

⁹ Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!