He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
The wicked plotteth against the just, And gnasheth upon him with his teeth.
I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation; I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great assembly.
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?