12 On my right the young rabble rise up;they drive me from place to place,and build up siege ramps against me.
13 They destroy my path;they succeed in destroying mewithout anyone assisting them.
14 They come in as through a wide breach;amid the crash they come rolling in.
15 Terrors are turned loose on me;they drive away my honor like the wind,and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.
16 “And now my soul pours itself out within me;days of suffering take hold of me.
17 Night pierces my bones;my gnawing pains never cease.
18 With great power God grasps my clothing;he binds me like the collar of my tunic.