The arrows(A) of the Almighty(B) are in me,(C)
    my spirit drinks(D) in their poison;(E)
    God’s terrors(F) are marshaled against me.(G)

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For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

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Does it please you to oppress me,(A)
    to spurn the work of your hands,(B)
    while you smile on the plans of the wicked?(C)

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Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

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19 Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure(B) it.”

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19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous; but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

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