11 God has delivered me to the ungodly,And turned me over to the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but He has shattered me;He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces;He has set me up for His target,
13 His archers surround me.He pierces my heart and does not pity;He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;He runs at me like a warrior.
15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,And laid my head in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from weeping,And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Although no violence is in my hands,And my prayer is pure.