Why do ye persecute me as God and are not satisfied with my flesh?
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten, and they boast that thou hast slain their enemies.
But put forth thy hand now and touch his bone and his flesh, and thou shalt see if he does not blaspheme thee to thy face.
And thou dost increase. Thou dost hunt me as a fierce lion; turning and doing marvels in me.
Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? Wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
God has delivered me unto the liar, and in the hands of the wicked he has caused me to tremble.
His archers compassed me round about; he cleaved my kidneys asunder and did not spare; he poured out my gall upon the ground.
when the servants of my tent said, Oh that we had of his flesh! We would never be satisfied.
But I will put it into the hand of those that afflict thee, which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground and as the street to those that went over.