“Rise up,^(A) Lord!
    May your enemies be scattered;^(B)
    may your foes flee before you.^(C)”^(D)

⁴ Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff^(A)
    that the wind blows away.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.^(A)
My heart has turned to wax;^(B)
    it has melted^(C) within me.