¹⁵ Afflicted and close to death from my youth up,
    I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.^[a]

⁴ For ^(A)the arrows of the Almighty are in me;
    my spirit drinks their poison;
    the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

⁷ “Awake, O sword, against ^(A)my shepherd,
    against the man who stands next to me,”
declares the Lord of hosts.

^3 (A)He was despised and rejected^[a] by men,
    a man of sorrows^[b] and acquainted with^[c] grief;^[d]
and as one from whom men hide their faces^[e]
    he was despised, and ^(B)we esteemed him not.

¹⁴ For all the day long I have been ^(A)stricken
    and ^(B)rebuked ^(C)every morning.

¹¹ My ^(A)days are past; my plans are broken off,
    the desires of my heart.
¹² They ^(B)make night into day:
    ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’^[a]
13 If I hope for ^(C)Sheol as ^(D)my house,
    if I make my bed in darkness,
¹⁴ if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’
    and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
¹⁵ where then is my hope?
    Who will see my hope?
¹⁶ Will it go down to the bars of ^(E)Sheol?
    Shall we ^(F)descend together ^(G)into the dust?”^[b]