for jealousy kindles a husband’s rage, and he will not show mercy when he takes revenge.

Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.

Will he then continue to fill and empty his throw net? Will he always destroy nations and spare none?

Those who buy them slaughter them and are not held guilty; those who sell them say, ‘Blessed be the Lord, for I am rich.’ Their own shepherds have no compassion for them.