CLV(i)
11 El surrenders me over to an iniquitous man, And He precipitates me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, and He quashed me; He held me by the nape of my neck, And He shattered me; He set me up as His target.
13 His multitudes surround me; He splits open my innermost being and does not spare; He pours out my bile on the earth.
14 He breaches upon me, breach adjoining breach; He runs upon me like a master of war.
15 I sewed sackcloth over my hide, And I plowed down my horn into the soil.
16 My face is swollen out from weeping, And on my eyelids is the blackest shadow.