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