13 his archers surround me.Without pity he pierces my kidneysand pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks through against me, time and time again;he rushes against me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,and buried my horn in the dust;
16 my face is reddened because of weeping,and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
17 although there is no violence in my handsand my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,nor let there be a secret place for my cry.
19 Even now my witness is in heaven;my advocate is on high.