11 God has given me over to the impious;into the hands of the wicked he has cast me.
12 I was in peace, but he dislodged me,seized me by the neck, dashed me to pieces.He has set me up for a target;
13 his arrows strike me from all directions.He pierces my sides without mercy,pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He pierces me, thrust upon thrust,rushes at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewn sackcloth on my skin,laid my horn low in the dust.
16 My face is inflamed with weeping,darkness covers my eyes,
17 Although my hands are free from violence,and my prayer sincere.