⁴ For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows.
    Their poison infects my spirit.
    God’s terrors are lined up against me.

² Your arrows have struck deep,
    and your blows are crushing me.

¹⁵     I live in terror now.
My honor has blown away in the wind,
    and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.

¹⁵ I have been sick and close to death since my youth.
    I stand helpless and desperate before your terrors.
¹⁶ Your fierce anger has overwhelmed me.
    Your terrors have paralyzed me.

¹² “I was living quietly until he shattered me.
    He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces.
Then he set me up as his target,
¹³     and now his archers surround me.
His arrows pierce me without mercy.
    The ground is wet with my blood.^[a]
14 Again and again he smashes against me,
    charging at me like a warrior.

¹² He has drawn his bow
    and made me the target for his arrows.

¹³ He shot his arrows
    deep into my heart.

¹⁴ The human spirit can endure a sick body,
    but who can bear a crushed spirit?

⁷ Come quickly, Lord, and answer me,
    for my depression deepens.
Don’t turn away from me,
    or I will die.

¹⁷ For he attacks me with a storm
    and repeatedly wounds me without cause.