²² This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

⁹ He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

¹⁴ He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

⁶ Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.

²¹ Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

¹⁰ Therefore snares are round about thee, and sudden fear troubleth thee;

¹³ They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

²¹ Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

²³ For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.

⁶ Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.