"And now their sons mock me1 in song;2 I have become a byword3 among them.
They detest me4 and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.5
Now that God has unstrung my bow6 and afflicted me,7 they throw off restraint8 in my presence.
On my right9 the tribe attacks; they lay snares10 for my feet,11 they build their siege ramps against me.12
They break up my road;13 they succeed in destroying me14-- without anyone's helping them.
They advance as through a gaping breach;15 amid the ruins they come rolling in.
Terrors16 overwhelm me;17 my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.18
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