7. Amongst the bushes they bray;and under the nettles they are gathered together.
8. They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.They were flogged out of the land.
9. “Now I have become their song.Yes, I am a byword to them.
10. They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11. For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12. On my right hand rise the rabble.They thrust aside my feet,They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13. They mar my path,They set forward my calamity,without anyone’s help.
14. As through a wide breach they come,in the middle of the ruin they roll themselves in.
15. Terrors have turned on me.They chase my honour as the wind.My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16. “Now my soul is poured out within me.Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17. In the night season my bones are pierced in me,and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.