His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

His archers. The image of last verse is continued. God, in making me His "mark," is accompanied by the three friends, whose words wound like sharp arrows.

Gall - put for a vital part. So the river (Lamentations 2:11).

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