I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
His arrows a encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man. b15
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled c my horn in the dust.
My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!
Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, and he d that voucheth for me is in the heights.
My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
Oh that there were arbitration e for a man with God, as a son of man for his friend!
For years [few] in number shall pass, -- and I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.