7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8 They were sons of fools and men without names; they were lower than the earth.
9 And now I am their song, and I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they distance themselves from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
11 Because God has loosed my cord and afflicted me, they have also gone out of control before my face.
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13 They cast down my path, they took advantage of my calamity, against them there was no helper.