He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth over my skin [as a sign of mourning] and have defiled my horn (my insignia of strength) in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
I’ve sewed rough cloth over my skin and buried my dignity in the dust.