11 Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,They have cast off restraint before me.
12 At my right hand the rabble arises;They push away my feet,And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path,They promote my calamity;They have no helper.
14 They come as broad breakers;Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
15 Terrors are turned upon me;They pursue my honor as the wind,And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
16 “And now my soul is poured out because of my plight;The days of affliction take hold of me.
17 My bones are pierced in me at night,And my gnawing pains take no rest.