⁶ in spite of being right I am counted a liar;
    my wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’^(A)

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

⁴ my lips will not speak falsehood,
    and my tongue will not utter deceit.^(A)
5 Far be it from me to say that you are right;
    until I die I will not put away my integrity from me.^(B)
6 I hold fast my righteousness and will not let it go;
    my heart will not reproach me as long as I live.^(C)

¹³     his archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy;
    he pours out my gall on the ground.^(A)