13. his archers surround me.He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare;he pours out my gall on the ground.
14. He breaks me with breach upon breach;he runs upon me like a warrior.
15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skinand have laid my strength in the dust.
16. My face is red with weeping,and on my eyelids is deep darkness,
17. although there is no violence in my hands,and my prayer is pure.
18. “O earth, cover not my blood,and let my cry find no resting place.
19. Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,and he who testifies for me is on high.
20. My friends scorn me;my eye pours out tears to God,
21. that he would argue the case of a man with God,as a son of man does with his neighbor.
22. For when a few years have comeI shall go the way from which I shall not return.