³² Their vine comes from the vine of Sodom^(A)
    and from the fields of Gomorrah.
Their grapes are filled with poison,^(B)
    and their clusters with bitterness.^(C)

²¹ You turn on me ruthlessly;^(A)
    with the might of your hand^(B) you attack me.^(C)

⁶ Although I am right,
    I am considered a liar;^(A)
although I am guiltless,^(B)
    his arrow inflicts an incurable wound.’^(C)

¹⁸ Why is my pain unending
    and my wound grievous and incurable?^(A)
You are to me like a deceptive brook,
    like a spring that fails.^(B)

“‘Your wound^(A) is incurable,
    your injury beyond healing.^(B)