11 God has delivered me to the ungodlyand turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but He has shattered me.He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces,and set me up for His target.
13 His archers surround me;He splits open my kidneys and does not pity;He pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He pierces me with thrust after thrust;He rushes upon me like a warrior.
15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skinand thrust my horn into the dust.
16 My face is inflamed with weeping,and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
17 though not for any violence in my hands,and my prayer is pure.