11. Ěl has handed me over to the perverse, and cast me into the hands of the wrong.
12. I was at ease, but He broke me. And He took me by my neck and shattered me, and He has set me up for His target.
13. His archers surround me, He splits my kidneys in two and does not spare, He pours out my bile on the ground.
14. He made a breach in me, breach upon breach. He runs upon me like a mighty man.
15. I sewed sackcloth over my skin, and laid my horn in the dust.
16. My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. though no violence was on my hand, and my prayer sincere.
18. O earth, do not cover my blood, and let my cry have no resting place!