11. Because he loosened my bowstring and afflicted me,they throw off restraint in my presence.
12. On the right, upstarts rise and target my feet,build their siege ramps against me,
13. destroy my road, profit from my fall,with no help.
14. They advance as if through a destroyed wall;they roll along beneath the ruin.
15. Terrors crash upon me;they sweep away my honor like wind;my safety disappears like a cloud.
16. Now my life is poured out on me;days of misery have seized me.
17. At night he bores my bones;my gnawing pain won’t rest.
18. With great force he grasps my clothing;it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
19. He hurls me into mud;I’m a cliché, like dust and ashes.