11. God has given me over to the impious;into the hands of the wicked he has cast me.
12. I was in peace, but he dislodged me,seized me by the neck, dashed me to pieces.He has set me up for a target;
13. his arrows strike me from all directions.He pierces my sides without mercy,pours out my gall upon the ground.
14. He pierces me, thrust upon thrust,rushes at me like a warrior.
15. I have sewn sackcloth on my skin,laid my horn low in the dust.