12. At my right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
13. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
14. They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.
15. Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.
16. And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17. The night pierceth through my bones and detacheth them from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:
18. By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
21. Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.
22. Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
24. Indeed, no prayer availeth when he stretcheth out his hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.