11 God has delivered me unto the liar, and in the hands of the wicked he has caused me to tremble.
12 I was prosperous, but he has broken me asunder; he has taken me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compassed me round about; he cleaved my kidneys asunder and did not spare; he poured out my gall upon the ground.
14 He broke me with breach upon breach; he ran upon me like a giant.
15 I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and put dust over my head.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
17 even though there is no injustice in my hands, and my prayer has been pure.