So now they live in frightening ravines, in caves and among the rocks.
They sound like animals howling among the bushes, huddled together beneath the nettles.
They are nameless fools, outcasts from society.
“And now they mock me with vulgar songs! They taunt me!
They despise me and won’t come near me, except to spit in my face.
For God has cut my bowstring. He has humbled me, so they have thrown off all restraint.
These outcasts oppose me to my face. They send me sprawling and lay traps in my path.
They block my road and do everything they can to destroy me. They know I have no one to help me.
They come at me from all directions. They jump on me when I am down.
I live in terror now. My honor has blown away in the wind, and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.
“And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days.