Geneva(i)
11 God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
12 I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
17 Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.
18 O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.
19 For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.
20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
21 Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!