his archers surround me.1 Without pity, he pierces2 my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
Again and again3 he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.415
"I have sewed sackcloth5 over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.616
My face is red with weeping,7 deep shadows ring my eyes;817
yet my hands have been free of violence9 and my prayer is pure.1018
"O earth, do not cover my blood;11 may my cry12 never be laid to rest!1319
Even now my witness14 is in heaven;15 my advocate is on high.1620
My intercessor17 is my frienda18 as my eyes pour out19 tears20 to God;
on behalf of a man he pleads21 with God as a man pleads for his friend.
"Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.22