[11] God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. [12] I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. [13] His archers compass me round about, my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. [14] He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. [15] I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. [16] My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;