Surely against me is He turned; He turneth His hand against me all the day.
My flesh and my skin hath He made old; He hath broken my bones.
He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
He hath set me in dark places, as they that are dead of old.
He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out; He hath made my chain heavy.
Also when I cry and shout, He shutteth out my prayer.
He hath enclosed my ways with hewn stone; He hath made my paths crooked.
He was unto me as a bear lying in wait, and as a lion in secret places.
He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; He hath made me desolate.
He hath bent His bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
He hath caused the arrows of His quiver to enter into my reins.