6 They must live in the dry riverbeds, hillside caves, and holes in the ground.
7 They howl in the bushes and huddle together under thornbushes.
8 They are a bunch of worthless people without names, who were forced to leave their country.
9 “Now their sons sing songs to make fun of me. My name has become a bad word to them.
10 They hate me and stay far away from me, except when they come to spit in my face!
11 God has taken the string from my bow and made me weak, so they feel free to do whatever they want to me.
12 They attack me on my right side. They knock my feet out from under me. They build ramps to attack and destroy me like a city.