8 Even when I cry and shout,He shuts out my prayer.
9 He has blocked my ways with hewn stone;He has made my paths crooked.
10 He has been to me a bear lying in wait,Like a lion in ambush.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me in pieces;He has made me desolate.
12 He has bent His bowAnd set me up as a target for the arrow.
13 He has caused the arrows of His quiverTo pierce my loins.
14 I have become the ridicule of all my people—Their taunting song all the day.