All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me.1 He has made me his target;213
his archers surround me.3 Without pity, he pierces4 my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
Again and again5 he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.615
"I have sewed sackcloth7 over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.816
My face is red with weeping,9 deep shadows ring my eyes;1017
yet my hands have been free of violence11 and my prayer is pure.1218
"O earth, do not cover my blood;13 may my cry14 never be laid to rest!1519
Even now my witness16 is in heaven;17 my advocate is on high.1820
My intercessor19 is my frienda20 as my eyes pour out21 tears22 to God;
on behalf of a man he pleads23 with God as a man pleads for his friend.
"Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.24