14. He breaks me with wound upon wound;He runs at me like a warrior.
15. “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,And laid my head in the dust.
16. My face is flushed from weeping,And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. Although no violence is in my hands,And my prayer is pure.
18. “O earth, do not cover my blood,And let my cry have no resting place!