12. I was living at ease, but [Satan] crushed me and broke me apart; yes, he seized me by the neck and dashed me in pieces; then he set me up for his target.
13. [Satan's] arrows whiz around me. He slashes open my vitals and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.
14. [Satan] stabs me, making breach after breach and attacking again and again; he runs at me like a giant and irresistible warrior.
15. I have sewed sackcloth over my skin [as a sign of mourning] and have defiled my horn (my insignia of strength) in the dust.
16. My face is red and swollen with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death [my eyes are dimmed],
17. Although there is no guilt or violence in my hands and my prayer is pure.