²¹ Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.

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 evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.

⁷ Rest in the LORD, 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 foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

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