12. Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14. They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15. Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my honor as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.
16. And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17. My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18. By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry unto you, and you do not hear me: I stand up, and you regard me not.