MSB(i)
11 God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;
13 His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
17 yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
19 Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
20 My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
21 Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!