and shoots arrows at me from every side - arrows that pierce and wound me; and even then he shows no pity.
He wounds me again and again; he attacks like a soldier gone mad with hate.
I mourn and wear clothes made of sackcloth, and I sit here in the dust defeated.
I have cried until my face is red, and my eyes are swollen and circled with shadows,
but I am not guilty of any violence, and my prayer to God is sincere.
O Earth, don't hide the wrongs done to me! Don't let my call for justice be silenced!
There is someone in heaven 1 to stand up for me and take my side.
My friends scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to God.
I want someone to plead with God for me, as one pleads for a friend.
My years are passing now, and I walk the road of no return.