Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?