12. he bent his bow and set meas a target for his arrow.
13. He drove into my kidneys the arrows of his quiver;
14. I have become the laughingstock of all peoples, the object of their taunts all day long.
15. He has filled me with bitterness;he has sated me with wormwood.
16. He has made my teeth grind on gravel,and made me cower in ashes;
17. my soul is bereft of peace;I have forgotten what happiness is;
18. so I say, “My endurance has perished;so has my hope from the Lord.”
19. Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall!
20. My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.
21. But this I call to mind,and therefore I have hope:
22. The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;
23. they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
24. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”