11. God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
12. I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: he hath also set me up for his mark.
13. His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14. He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a giant.
15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. Although there is no violence in mine hands, and my prayer is pure.