13. his archers surround me.Without pity he pierces my kidneysand pours out my gall on the ground.
14. He breaks through against me, time and time again;he rushes against me like a warrior.
15. I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,and buried my horn in the dust;
16. my face is reddened because of weeping,and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,
17. although there is no violence in my handsand my prayer is pure.
18. “O earth, do not cover my blood,nor let there be a secret place for my cry.
19. Even now my witness is in heaven;my advocate is on high.
20. My intercessor is my friendas my eyes pour out tears to God;