¹³ He pierced^(A) my heart
    with arrows from his quiver.^(B)
14 I became the laughingstock^(C) of all my people;^(D)
    they mock me in song^(E) all day long.
¹⁵ He has filled me with bitter herbs
    and given me gall to drink.^(F)

¹⁶ He has broken my teeth with gravel;^(G)
    he has trampled me in the dust.^(H)
17 I have been deprived of peace;
    I have forgotten what prosperity is.
¹⁸ So I say, “My splendor is gone
    and all that I had hoped from the Lord.”^(I)

¹⁹ I remember my affliction and my wandering,
    the bitterness^(J) and the gall.^(K)
20 I well remember them,
    and my soul is downcast^(L) within me.^(M)