12. At my right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
13. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
14. They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.
15. Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.
16. And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17. The night pierceth through my bones and detacheth them from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:
18. By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.