18:016:013 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
18:016:014 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
18:016:015 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
18:016:016 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
18:016:017 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
18:016:018 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
18:016:019 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
18:016:020 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
18:016:021 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
18:016:022 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.