Olam 2

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken <i>me</i> by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids <i>is</i> the shadow of death;

Not for <i>any</i> injustice in mine hands: also my prayer <i>is</i> pure.

O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.

Also now, behold, my witness <i>is</i> in heaven, and my record <i>is</i> on high.

My friends scorn me: <i>but</i> mine eye poureth out <i>tears</i> unto God.

O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man <i>pleadeth</i> for his neighbour!