12. I was living in peace,but God took me by the throatand battered me and crushed me.God uses me for target practice
13. and shoots arrows at me from every side —arrows that pierce and wound me;and even then he shows no pity.
14. He wounds me again and again;he attacks like a soldier gone mad with hate.
15. I mourn and wear clothes made of sackcloth,and I sit here in the dust defeated.
16. I have cried until my face is red,and my eyes are swollen and circled with shadows,
17. but I am not guilty of any violence,and my prayer to God is sincere.