CLV(i)
6 When I do speak, my pain is not being kept back, Yet when I do forbear, what pain is going away from me?
7 Surely, now it has made me tired; You have made all my company desolate,
8 And You arrest me. This has become the testimony against me, And it rises against me:That is, my emaciation answers against my face.
9 His anger has found a prey and assailed me; He gnashes at me with His teeth. My foe hones his eyes against me.
10 Men gape at me with their mouth; In reproach they smite my cheeks; They mass themselves together against me.
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.