¹³     his archers surround me.^(A)
Without pity, he pierces^(B) my kidneys
    and spills my gall on the ground.

⁷ My eyes grow weak^(A) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.^(A)
My heart has turned to wax;^(B)
    it has melted^(C) within me.

²⁰ “See, Lord, how distressed^(A) I am!
    I am in torment^(B) within,
and in my heart I am disturbed,^(C)
    for I have been most rebellious.^(D)
Outside, the sword bereaves;
    inside, there is only death.^(E)

⁴⁸ Streams of tears^(A) flow from my eyes^(B)
    because my people are destroyed.^(C)