4 ^aFor the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
My spirit drinks in their poison;
^bThe terrors of God are arrayed ^cagainst me. ‡

5 Does the ^awild donkey bray when it has grass,
Or does the ox low over its fodder? ‡

8 “Oh, that I might have my request,
That God would grant me the thing that I long for!

9 That it would please God to crush me,
That He would loose His hand and ^acut me off! ‡