11 God gives me up to the ungodlyand casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart;he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;he set me up as his target;
13 his archers surround me.He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare;he pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach;he runs upon me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skinand have laid my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,and on my eyelids is deep darkness,
17 although there is no violence in my hands,and my prayer is pure.