Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
Know now that God hath subverted me (in my cause), And hath compassed me with his net.
Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?