His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
[Satan's] arrows whiz around me. He slashes open my vitals and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
His archers surround me; he cuts my kidneys open without pity and doesn’t care, pours my gall on the ground,
I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has place me before him as a sign.