12. He drew his bowand made me the target for his arrows.
13. He pierced my heartwith arrows from his quiver.
14. I became the laughing-stock of all my people;they mock me in song all day long.
15. He has filled me with bitter herbsand given me gall to drink.
16. He has broken my teeth with gravel;he has trampled me in the dust.
17. I have been deprived of peace;I have forgotten what prosperity is.
18. So I say, ‘My splendour is goneand all that I had hoped from the Lord.’
19. I remember my affliction and my wandering,the bitterness and the gall.
20. I well remember them,and my soul is downcast within me.