11 He has turned aside my ways and
atorn me in pieces;
He has made me desolate.
12 He has bent His bow
And
aset me up as a target for the arrow.
13 He has caused
athe arrows of His quiver
To pierce my
1 loins.
14 I have become the
aridicule of all my people—
bTheir taunting song all the day.
15 aHe has filled me with bitterness,
He has made me drink wormwood.
16 He has also broken my teeth
awith gravel,
And
1 covered me with ashes.
17 You have moved my soul far from peace;
I have forgotten
1 prosperity.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
