ECB(i)
6 Though I word, my pain is not spared; and though I cease, what goes?
7 But now I weary; you desolate all my witnesses;
8 you pluck me for a witness; my emaciation rises within me and answers to my face:
9 in his wrath, my opponent tears me; he gnashes on me with his teeth; my tribulator sharpens his eyes on me;
10 they gape on me with their mouth; they smite me on the cheek reproachfully; they fulfill against me.
11 El shuts me to the pervert and hurls me to the hands of the wicked.
12 I am serene, and he breaks me; and he takes me by my neck and shatters me; he raises me for his target;
13 his archers surround me; he cleaves my reins and spares not; he pours out my bitters on the earth;
14 he breaches me at the face of breach on breach; he runs on me as the mighty.
15 I sew saq on my skin and exploit my horn in the dust;
16 my face foams with weeping and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;