For I am afflicted all day long
and punished every morning.
Why has my pain become unending,
my wound incurable,
refusing to be healed?
You truly have become like a mirage to me—
water that is not reliable.
My enemies taunt me all day long;
they ridicule and curse me.
I am a laughingstock to all my people,
mocked by their songs all day long.
?MemHe sent fire from heaven into my bones;
He made it descend.
He spread a net for my feet
and turned me back.
He made me desolate,
sick all day long.
2 Peter 2:8
(for as he lived among them, that righteous man tormented himself day by day with the lawless deeds he saw and heard)—
The Devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and sulfur where the beast and the false prophet are, and they will be tormented day and night forever and ever.