For my heart was grieved, embittered, and in a state of ferment, and I was pricked in my heart [as with the sharp fang of an adder].
Thus my heart was grieved, And I was pricked in my reins.
For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
When my heart was bitter, when I was all cut up inside,
Do not allow the humble to be turned away in confusion. The poor and the needy will praise your name.
Let not the humble be turned away with confusion: the poor and needy shall praise thy name.