^{6 Ref} "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

^{7 Ref} But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.

^{8 Ref} You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.

^{9 Ref} He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

^{10 Ref} They have gaped on me with their mouth; They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

^{11 Ref} God delivers me to the ungodly, And casts me into the hands of the wicked.

^{12 Ref} I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

^{13 Ref} His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

^{14 Ref} He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

^{15 Ref} I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.

^{16 Ref} My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.