11. He took me from my path and tore me apart; he made me desolate.
12. He drew back his bow, made me a shooting target for arrows.
13. He shot the arrows of his quiver into my inside parts.
14. I have become a joke to all my people, the object of their song of ridicule all day long.
15. He saturated me with grief, made me choke on bitterness.
16. He crushed my teeth into the gravel; he pressed me down into the ashes.
17. I’ve rejected peace; I’ve forgotten what is good.