11. Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,they have cast off the bridle before me.
12. At my right hand their brood arises;they push away my feet,and they raise against me their ways of destruction.
13. They tear apart my path,they promote my calamity;they have no helper.
14. They came upon me as a wide breach, with a crash they came;in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15. Terrors are turned on me;they pursue my dignity like the wind,and my help passes away as a cloud.
16. “Now my soul is poured out within me;the days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17. My bones are pierced in me at night,and my sinews have no rest.