13 His archers compass me round about,he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach;he runneth upon me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping,and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 not for any injustice in mine hands:also my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood,and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven,and my record is on high.