8. "Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
9. "And now I have become their taunt, I have even become a byword to them.
10. "They abhor me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting at my face.
11. "Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.
12. "On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction.
13. "They break up my path, They profit from my destruction; No one restrains them.
14. "As through a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on.