11 God delivered me up to the wicked, and cast me into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was calm, but He shook me; He took me by the neck and beat me, and made me a target for Himself.

13 His archers have surrounded me; He cuts my intestines, and spares not: He has poured out my gall upon the earth;

14 Breaks through breach after breach in me, runs at me like a warrior.

15 And I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and laid my head in the dust.

16 My face is crimson with weeping, and the shadow of death is upon my eyelids,

17 For all this, there is no theft in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

18 Earth! Cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry.

19 And now behold, in heaven is my witness, and my Advocate in the highest.

20 My friends who talk much! My eye weeps to God.

21 Oh, that a man could have a contest with God, as a son of man with his neighbor!

22 For my years are coming to an end, and I am going on a journey no return.

Chapter 17

1 My breath is faint; My days are fading; The coffins are before me.

2 If it had not been for their mockery, my eye would have been calm even in the midst of their disputes.

3 Intercede, vouch for me before Thee! Otherwise, who will vouch for me?

4 For thou hast closed their hearts from understanding, and therefore thou wilt not suffer them to triumph.

5 Whoever condemns his friends to a prey, his children's eyes will fade.

6 He has made me a proverb to the people, and a laughing stock to them.

7 My eye is troubled with grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.

8 The righteous shall be amazed at this, and the innocent shall be indignant at the hypocrite.