Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?
For they persecute the one You struck and recount the pain of those You wounded.
You eat the flesh of my people after stripping off their skin and breaking their bones. You chop them up like flesh for
God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
But stretch out Your hand and strike his flesh and bones, and he will surely curse You to Your face.”
if the men of my house have not said, ‘Who is there who has not had his fill?’—
Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?
Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ‘Lie down, so we can walk over you,’ so that you made you
His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.