¹⁰ My bones suffer mortal agony^(A)
    as my foes taunt^(B) me,
saying to me all day long,
    “Where is your God?”^(C)

¹⁷ Let the priests, who minister^(A) before the Lord,
    weep^(B) between the portico and the altar.^(C)
Let them say, “Spare your people, Lord.
    Do not make your inheritance an object of scorn,^(D)
    a byword^(E) among the nations.
Why should they say among the peoples,
    ‘Where is their God?^(F)’”

¹⁸ The words of the reckless pierce like swords,^(A)
    but the tongue of the wise brings healing.^(B)