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.
17 Although there is no violence in my palm, And my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, do not cover my blood, And let there be no place for my outcry to rest.
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, And my Guarantor is in the heights.
20 My associates are my mockers; My eye weeps forth to Eloah,
21 That He may plead between a master and Eloah, As between a son of humanity and his associate.