6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? |
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. |
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. |
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. |
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. |
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, he cleaveth 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 my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
