12 At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.
13 They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.
14 They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.
15 I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.
16 And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.
17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.
18 With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.