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.
18. He seizes my clothing with great power; he grasps me by my tunic’s collar.
19. He has cast me into the dirt, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
21. You have turned cruel to me; you persecute me with your hand’s might.
22. You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it, and you toss me about in the storm.
23. Indeed, I know that you will bring me to death and to the house of assembly for all the living.
24. “Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.
25. Have I not wept for the unfortunate, and grieved myself over the poor?