12. At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13. Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14. He breaketh me--breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15. Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16. My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
17. Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18. O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19. Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20. My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
21. And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
22. When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.