8. Ghimel. Yea, and when I cry, and entreat, he hath shut out my prayer.
9. Ghimel. He hath shut up my ways with square stones, he hath turned my paths upside down.
10. Daleth. He is become to me as a bear lying in wait: as a lion in secret places.
11. Daleth. He hath turned aside my paths, and hath broken me in pieces, he hath made me desolate.
12. Daleth. He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for his arrows.
13. He. He hath shot into my reins the daughters of his quiver.
14. He. I am made a derision to all my people, their song all the day long.
15. He. He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath inebriated me with wormwood.
16. Vau. And he hath broken my teeth one by one, he hath fed me with ashes.
17. Vau. And my soul is removed far off from peace, I have forgotten good things.