⁶ Notwithstanding my right I am `accounted' a liar; My wound is incurable, `though I am' without transgression.

⁴ For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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

⁴ Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness, Neither shall my tongue utter deceit.

⁵ Far be it from me that I should justify you: Till I die I will not put away mine integrity from me.

⁶ My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: My heart shall not reproach `me' so long as I live.