11 God has turned me over to the ungodly

and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.

12 All was well with me, but he shattered me;

he seized me by the neck and crushed me.

He has made me his target;

13 his archers surround me.

Without pity, he pierces my kidneys

and spills my gall on the ground.

14 Again and again he bursts upon me;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewed sackcloth over my skin

and buried my brow in the dust.

16 My face is red with weeping,

dark shadows ring my eyes;

17 yet my hands have been free of violence

and my prayer is pure.

11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly,

And turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder:

He hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces,

And set me up for his mark.

13 His archers compass me round about,

He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;

He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach,

He runneth upon me like a giant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

And defiled my horn in the dust.

16 My face is foul with weeping,

And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17 Not for any injustice in mine hands:

Also my prayer is pure.

11 God has handed me over to sinners.

He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.

12 “I was living quietly until he shattered me.

He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces.

Then he set me up as his target,

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.

11 God has delivered me to the ungodly,

And turned me over to the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, but He has shattered me;

He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces;

He has set me up for His target,

13 His archers surround me.

He pierces my heart and does not pity;

He pours out my gall on the ground.

14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;

He runs at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,

And laid my head in the dust.

16 My face is flushed from weeping,

And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17 Although no violence is in my hands,

And my prayer is pure.

11 God has turned me over to evil people

and has handed me over to the wicked.

12 Everything was fine with me,

but God broke me into pieces;

he held me by the neck and crushed me.

He has made me his target;

13 his archers surround me.

He stabs my kidneys without mercy;

he spills my blood on the ground.

14 Again and again God attacks me;

he runs at me like a soldier.

15 “I have sewed rough cloth over my skin to show my sadness

and have buried my face in the dust.

16 My face is red from crying;

I have dark circles around my eyes.

17 Yet my hands have never done anything cruel,

and my prayer is pure.

11 God delivereth me to the ungodly,

And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, and he brake me asunder;

Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces:

He hath also set me up for his mark.

13 His archers compass me round about;

He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;

He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach;

He runneth upon me like a giant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

And have laid my horn in the dust.

16 My face is red with weeping,

And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17 Although there is no violence in my hands,

And my prayer is pure.

11 •God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked. 12 I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. 13 His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. 14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man. 15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

11 God handed me over to unjust people 

and threw me into the hands of wicked people. 

12 I was at ease, and he shattered me. 

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and smashed ⸤my skull⸥. 

He set me up as his target, 

13 and his archers surrounded me. 

He slashes open my kidneys without mercy 

and spills my bloodon the ground. 

14 He inflicts wound after wound on me. 

He lunges at me like a warrior. 

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, 

and I have thrown my strength in the dust. 

16 My face is red from crying, 

and dark shadows encircle my eyes, 

17 although my hands have done nothing violent, 

and my prayer is sincere. 

11 God hands me over to unjust men;

He throws me into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, but He shattered me;

He seized me by the scruff of the neck

and smashed me to pieces.

He set me up as His target;

13 His archers surround me.

He pierces my kidneys without mercy

and pours my bile on the ground.

14 He breaks through my defenses again and again;

He charges at me like a warrior.

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;

I have buried my strength in the dust.

16 My face has grown red with weeping,

and darkness covers my eyes,

17 although my hands are free from violence

and my prayer is pure.

11 God gives me up to the ungodly,

and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, and he broke me in two;

he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;

he set me up as his target;

13 his archers surround me.

He slashes open my kidneys, and shows no mercy;

he pours out my gall on the ground.

14 He bursts upon me again and again;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

and have laid my strength in the dust.

16 My face is red with weeping,

and deep darkness is on my eyelids,

17 though there is no violence in my hands,

and my prayer is pure.

11 God delivers me to an evil one,

and he casts me into the hands of the wicked.

12 “I was at ease, then he broke me in two,

and he seized me by my neck;

then he shattered me

and set me up as a target for him.

13 His archers surround me;

he slashes open my kidneys, and he does not have compassion;

he pours out my gall on the ground.

14 He breached me breach upon breach;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,

and I have inserted my pride in the dust.

16 My face is red because of weeping,

and deep shadows are on my eyelids,

17 although violence is not on my hands,

and my prayer is pure.

11 God has turned me over to sinful people.

He has handed me over to them.

12 Everything was going well with me.

But he broke me into pieces like a clay pot.

He grabbed me by the neck and crushed me.

He has taken aim at me.

13 He shoots his arrows at me from all sides.

Without pity, he stabs me in the kidneys.

He spills my insides on the ground.

14 He smashes through me as if I were a wall.

He rushes at me like a fighting man.

15 “I’ve sewed black cloth over my skin.

All I can do is sit here in the dust.

16 My face is red from crying.

I have deep circles under my eyes.

17 But I haven’t harmed anyone.

My prayers to God are pure.

11 “God hands me over to ruffians

And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.

12 “I was at ease, but He shattered me,

And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces;

He has also set me up as His target.

13 “His arrows surround me.

Without mercy He splits my kidneys open;

He pours out my gall on the ground.

14 “He breaks through me with breach after breach;

He runs at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewed sackcloth over my skin

And thrust my horn in the dust.

16 “My face is flushed from weeping,

And deep darkness is on my eyelids,

17 Although there is no violence in my hands,

And my prayer is pure.