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;1117
yet my hands have been free of violence12 and my prayer is pure.1318
"O earth, do not cover my blood;14 may my cry15 never be laid to rest!1619
Even now my witness17 is in heaven;18 my advocate is on high.1920
My intercessor20 is my frienda21 as my eyes pour out22 tears23 to God;
on behalf of a man he pleads24 with God as a man pleads for his friend.