For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
For thus saith the LORD, Thy bruise is incurable, and thy wound is grievous.