8 Though I cry out for help, he shuts out my prayers.
9 He has blocked my ways with dressed stones; he has made my paths crooked.
10 To me he is like a bear lying in wait, a lion in hiding.
11 He has forsaken my way and torn me to pieces; he has caused me desolation.
12 He has bent his bow and set me as the target for the arrow.
13 He shot the arrows of his quiver into my kidneys.
14 I have become a laughingstock for all the people, their mocking song all day long.