^{11 Ref} God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.

^{12 Ref} 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 Ref} Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

^{14 Ref} He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

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

^{16 Ref} My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.

^{17 Ref} Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer `is' pure.

^{18 Ref} O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

^{19 Ref} Also, now, lo, in the heavens `is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.

^{20 Ref} My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

^{21 Ref} And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.