13. His archers compassed me round about; he cleaved my kidneys asunder and did not spare; he poured out my gall upon the ground.
14. He broke me with breach upon breach; he ran upon me like a giant.
15. I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and put dust over my head.
16. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
17. even though there is no injustice in my hands, and my prayer has been pure.
18. O earth, do not cover my blood; and let there be no place where my cry is hidden.
19. Certainly my witness is even now in the heavens, and my record is on high.
20. Those who dispute with me are my friends, but my eyes shall pour out tears unto God.
21. O that a man might dispute with God, as he can with his neighbour!
22. When the counted years are come, then I shall go the way from which I shall not return.