He has made my skin and my flesh grow old1 and has broken my bones.25
He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness3 and hardship.46
He has made me dwell in darkness like those long dead.57
He has walled me in so I cannot escape;6 he has weighed me down with chains.78
Even when I call out or cry for help,8 he shuts out my prayer.99
He has barred10 my way with blocks of stone; he has made my paths crooked.1110
Like a bear lying in wait, like a lion12 in hiding,1311
he dragged me from the path and mangled14 me and left me without help.
He drew his bow15 and made me the target16 for his arrows.1713
He pierced18 my heart with arrows from his quiver.1914
I became the laughingstock20 of all my people;21 they mock me in song22 all day long.