11. Because he has loosened my bowstring and afflicted me,they have thrown off restraint in my presence.
12. On my right the young rabble rise up;they trip my feet,they build their approaches for my ruin.
13. They tear up my path,they promote my ruin,no helper is there against them.
14. As through a wide breach they advance;amid the uproar they come on in waves;
15. terrors roll over me.My dignity is driven off like the wind,and my well-being vanishes like a cloud.
16. And now my life ebbs away from me,days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17. At night he pierces my bones,my sinews have no rest.
18. With great difficulty I change my clothes,the collar of my tunic fits around my waist.