12 He drew his bowand made me the target for his arrows.
13 He pierced my heartwith arrows from his quiver.
14 I became the laughing-stock of all my people;they mock me in song all day long.
15 He has filled me with bitter herbsand given me gall to drink.
16 He has broken my teeth with gravel;he has trampled me in the dust.
17 I have been deprived of peace;I have forgotten what prosperity is.
18 So I say, ‘My splendour is goneand all that I had hoped from the Lord.’