11 Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, they have thrown off restraint in my presence.
12 At my right hand a brood rises; they pushed away my feet, and they raise up against me their destructive ways.
13 They have broken up my path, they gain by my ruin; no one restrains them.
14 They come as through a wide breach; rushing on me under the ruins.
15 Destructions are turned upon me; they pursue my life as the wind, and my welfare has passed like a cloud.
16 And now my life pours itself out; days of affliction seize me.
17 My bones have been pierced in me at night, and my gnawings never lie down.