For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Trust in Jehovah, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on (his) faithfulness.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful (brook), as waters that fail?
For thus saith Jehovah, Thy hurt is incurable, and thy wound grievous.