11. God has turned me over to the ungodly and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
12. All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
13. his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
14. Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15. “I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
16. My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes;
17. yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18. “Earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!