For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone's help.
As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.