12. He drew his bow and made me the target for his arrows.
13. He pierced my heart with arrows from his quiver.
14. I became the laughingstock of all my people; they mock me in song all day long.
15. He has filled me with bitter herbs and given me gall to drink.
16. He has broken my teeth with gravel; he has trampled me in the dust.
17. I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is.
18. So I say, “My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord.”
19. I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall.
20. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.