12 On my right hand the rabble rise;they push away my feet;they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path;they promote my calamity;they need no one to help them.
14 As through a wide breach they come;amid the crash they roll on.
15 Terrors are turned upon me;my honor is pursued as by the wind,and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16 “And now my soul is poured out within me;days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 The night racks my bones,and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured;it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.