12 On my right the rabble rise up; they entangle my feet and build up their destructive paths against me.
13 They break up my path; they succeed in destroying me without anyone helping them.
14 As through a wide breach they come; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15 Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.
16 “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering have taken hold of me.
17 Night pierces my bones within me; my gnawing pains never rest.
18 By great power He seizes my garment; He binds me like the collar of my tunic.