13. His archers surround me; he slashes open my kidneys, and he does not have compassion; he pours out my gall on the ground.
14. He breached me breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15. “I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and I have inserted my pride in the dust.
16. My face is red because of weeping, and deep shadows are on my eyelids,
17. although violence is not on my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18. “O earth, you should not cover my blood, and let there be no place for my cry for help.
19. So now look, my witness is in the heavens, and he who vouches for me is in the heights.
20. My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
21. and it argues for a mortal with God, and as a human for his friend.
22. Indeed, after a few years have come, then I will go the way from which I will not return.