9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and hesitate not to spit in my face.
11 Because he has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also cast off restraint before me.
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 mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my honor as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.