11 God has turned me over to evil peopleand has handed me over to the wicked.
12 Everything was fine with me,but God broke me into pieces;he held me by the neck and crushed me.He has made me his target;
13 his archers surround me.He stabs my kidneys without mercy;he spills my blood on the ground.
14 Again and again God attacks me;he runs at me like a soldier.
15 “I have sewed rough cloth over my skin to show my sadnessand have buried my face in the dust.
16 My face is red from crying;I have dark circles around my eyes.
17 Yet my hands have never done anything cruel,and my prayer is pure.