^6 (A)Should I lie concerning my right?
My ^[a]wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’

^4 (A)For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
My spirit drinks in their poison;
^(B)The terrors of God are arrayed ^(C)against me.

⁴ My lips will not speak wickedness,
Nor my tongue utter deceit.
⁵ Far be it from me
That I should say you are right;
Till I die ^(A)I will not put away my integrity from me.
⁶ My righteousness I ^(B)hold fast, and will not let it go;
^(C)My heart shall not ^[a]reproach me as long as I live.

¹³ His archers surround me.
He pierces my ^[a]heart and does not pity;
He pours out my gall on the ground.