12 Everything was going well,until God grabbed my neckand shook me to pieces.God set me up as the target
13 for his arrows,and without showing mercy,he slashed my stomach open,spilling out my insides.
14 God never stops attacking,
15 and so, in my sorrowI dress in sackclothand sit in the dust.
16 My face is red with tears,and dark shadowscircle my eyes,
17 though I am not violent,and my prayers are sincere.
18 If I should die,I beg the earth not to covermy cry for justice.