5. They were driven out from fellow people; they shout at them as at a thief,
6. so that they dwell in holes of the ground and in the rocks.
7. They bray among the bushes; they are gathered under the nettles.
8. A senseless crowd, yes, a disreputable brood, they were cast out from the land.
9. “But now I am their mocking song, and I have become a byword for them.
10. They abhor me; they keep aloof from me, and they do not withhold spit from my face
11. because he has loosened his bowstring and humbled me, and they have thrown off restraint in my presence.
12. On the right hand the brood rises up; they put me to flight, and they build up their siege ramps against me.
13. They destroy my path; they promote my destruction; they have no helper.
14. As through a wide breach they come; amid a crash they rush on.
15. Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my hope of deliverance passed by like a cloud.
16. “And now my life is poured out onto me; days of misery have taken hold of me.
17. At night I am in great pain; my pains do not take a rest.