14. Again and again he bursts upon me;he rushes at me like a warrior.
15. ‘I have sewed sackcloth over my skinand buried my brow in the dust.
16. My face is red with weeping,dark shadows ring my eyes;
17. yet my hands have been free of violenceand my prayer is pure.
18. ‘Earth, do not cover my blood;may my cry never be laid to rest!