9 He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
10 He is to me like a bear lying in wait, Like a lion in secret places.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
12 He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow.
13 He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts.
14 I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their mocking song all the day.
15 He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.