8. Even when I cry out and call for help, He shuts out my prayer.
9. He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
10. He is to me like a bear lying in wait, Like a lion in secret places.
11. He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
12. He bent His bow And set me as a target for the arrow.
13. He made the arrows of His quiver To enter into my inward parts.
14. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their mocking song all the day.
15. He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood.