13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Although there is no violence in mine hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting place.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he that coucheth for me is on high.