9 “Now I am their taunting song;yes, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me;they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,they have cast off the bridle before me.
12 At my right hand their brood arises;they push away my feet,and they raise against me their ways of destruction.
13 They tear apart my path,they promote my calamity;they have no helper.
14 They came upon me as a wide breach, with a crash they came;in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors are turned on me;they pursue my dignity like the wind,and my help passes away as a cloud.