12 All was well with me, but he shattered me;he seized me by the neck and crushed me.He has made me his target;
13 his archers surround me.Without pity, he pierces my kidneysand spills my gall on the ground.
14 Again and again he bursts upon me;he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 ‘I have sewed sackcloth over my skinand buried my brow in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,dark shadows ring my eyes;
17 yet my hands have been free of violenceand my prayer is pure.
18 ‘Earth, do not cover my blood;may my cry never be laid to rest!