11 Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me,they throw off restraint in my presence.
12 On my right the tribe attacks;they lay snares for my feet,they build their siege ramps against me.
13 They break up my road;they succeed in destroying me.“No one can help him,” they say.
14 They advance as through a gaping breach;amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15 Terrors overwhelm me;my dignity is driven away as by the wind,my safety vanishes like a cloud.
16 ‘And now my life ebbs away;days of suffering grip me.
17 Night pierces my bones;my gnawing pains never rest.