13. His archers encompass me; he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14. He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids are the shades of death;
17. Not for any injustice in my hands: also my prayer is pure.
18. O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19. Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
20. My friends scorn me: but my eye poureth out tears to God.
21. O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbor!
22. When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.