God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.112
All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me.2 He has made me his target;313
his archers surround me.4 Without pity, he pierces5 my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
Again and again6 he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.715
"I have sewed sackcloth8 over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.916
My face is red with weeping,10 deep shadows ring my eyes;11