11God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
12I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
17Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.
