²¹ For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:

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

¹ Fret not thyself because of evil-doers, Neither be thou envious against them that work unrighteousness.

⁷ Rest in Jehovah, and wait patiently for him: Fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, Because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.

³ For I was envious at the arrogant, When I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

¹³ He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.