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.
He hath torn me with wound upon wound: he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.
