9. Now I become their song, and I have been made into their proverb.
10. They loathe me, and so they flee far from me, and they are not reluctant to spit in my face.
11. For he has opened his quiver and has afflicted me, and he has placed a bridle in my mouth.
12. Immediately, upon rising, my calamities rise up to the right. They have overturned my feet and have pressed me down along their way like waves.
13. They have diverted my journeys; they have waited to ambush me, and they have prevailed, and there was no one who might bring help.
14. They have rushed upon me, as when a wall is broken or a gate opened, and they have been pulled down into my miseries.
15. I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by like a cloud.
16. But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of me.