13 and shoots arrows at me from every side—arrows that pierce and wound me;and even then he shows no pity.
14 He wounds me again and again;he attacks like a soldier gone mad with hate.
15 I mourn and wear clothes made of sackcloth,and I sit here in the dust defeated.
16 I have cried until my face is red,and my eyes are swollen and circled with shadows,
17 but I am not guilty of any violence,and my prayer to God is sincere.
18 O Earth, don't hide the wrongs done to me!Don't let my call for justice be silenced!
19 There is someone in heavento stand up for me and take my side.