²¹ For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,

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

¹ By David. Do not fret because of evil doers, Be not envious against doers of iniquity,

⁷ Be silent for Jehovah, and stay thyself for Him, Do not fret because of him Who is making prosperous his way, Because of a man doing wicked devices.

³ The peace of the wicked I see, That there are no bands at their death,

¹³ He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.