⁶ Against my right do I lie? Mortal `is' mine arrow -- without transgression.'

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

¹³ Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

⁴ My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.

⁵ Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.

⁶ On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.