^{11 Ref} God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.

^{12 Ref} I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.

^{13 Ref} His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.

^{14 Ref} I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.

^{15 Ref} I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.

^{16 Ref} My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;

^{17 Ref} Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.

^{18 Ref} O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!

^{19 Ref} Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.

^{20 Ref} My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,

^{21 Ref} So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.