13. and now his archers surround me.His arrows pierce me without mercy.The ground is wet with my blood.
14. Again and again he smashes against me,charging at me like a warrior.
15. I wear burlap to show my grief.My pride lies in the dust.
16. My eyes are red with weeping;dark shadows circle my eyes.
17. Yet I have done no wrong,and my prayer is pure.
18. “O earth, do not conceal my blood.Let it cry out on my behalf.