⁴ The arrows^(A) of the Almighty^(B) are in me,^(C)
    my spirit drinks^(D) in their poison;^(E)
    God’s terrors^(F) are marshaled against me.^(G)

¹⁹ Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound^(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure^(B) it.”