13. and shoots arrows at me from every side —arrows that pierce and wound me;and even then he shows no pity.
14. He wounds me again and again;he attacks like a soldier gone mad with hate.
15. I mourn and wear clothes made of sackcloth,and I sit here in the dust defeated.
16. I have cried until my face is red,and my eyes are swollen and circled with shadows,
17. but I am not guilty of any violence,and my prayer to God is sincere.
18. O Earth, don't hide the wrongs done to me!Don't let my call for justice be silenced!
19. There is someone in heavento stand up for me and take my side.
20. My friends scorn me;my eyes pour out tears to God.