13. He drove into my kidneys the arrows of his quiver;
14. I have become the laughingstock of all peoples, the object of their taunts all day long.
15. He has filled me with bitterness;he has sated me with wormwood.
16. He has made my teeth grind on gravel,and made me cower in ashes;
17. my soul is bereft of peace;I have forgotten what happiness is;
18. so I say, “My endurance has perished;so has my hope from the Lord.”
19. Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall!
20. My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me.