11 he turned aside my steps and tore me to pieces; he has made me desolate;
12 he bent his bow and set meas a target for his arrow.
13 He drove into my kidneys the arrows of his quiver;
14 I have become the laughingstock of all peoples, the object of their taunts all day long.
15 He has filled me with bitterness;he has sated me with wormwood.
16 He has made my teeth grind on gravel,and made me cower in ashes;
17 my soul is bereft of peace;I have forgotten what happiness is;