13 destroy my road, profit from my fall,with no help.
14 They advance as if through a destroyed wall;they roll along beneath the ruin.
15 Terrors crash upon me;they sweep away my honor like wind;my safety disappears like a cloud.
16 Now my life is poured out on me;days of misery have seized me.
17 At night he bores my bones;my gnawing pain won’t rest.
18 With great force he grasps my clothing;it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
19 He hurls me into mud;I’m a cliché, like dust and ashes.