The poison whereof drinketh up my spirit. — Rather, the poison whereof my spirit imbibeth, the rendering of the Authorised Version being ambiguous.
Do set themselves in array against me. — Like hosts marshalling themselves for battle. “If the ox or the ass will not low or bray so long as he is satisfied, so neither should I complain if I had no valid cause. My groaning is the evidence of a great burden, and consequently the disdainful way in which you treat it is insipid and distasteful to me — my soul refuseth to touch your proffered remedies; they are as loathsome meat to me.” According to some, the words rendered “the white of an egg” mean the juice of purslain.