13. His archers surround me, he slashes my kidneys asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
14. He breaks me with breach upon breach, he runs upon me like a warrior.
15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and laid my strength in the dust.
16. My face is foul from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. Not for any violence in my hands: also my prayer is pure.
18. O earth, cover not 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 pours out tears unto God.
21. O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
22. When a few years have come, then I shall go the way where I shall not return.