12. On my right the young rabble rise up;they trip my feet,they build their approaches for my ruin.
13. They tear up my path,they promote my ruin,no helper is there against them.
14. As through a wide breach they advance;amid the uproar they come on in waves;
15. terrors roll over me.My dignity is driven off like the wind,and my well-being vanishes like a cloud.
16. And now my life ebbs away from me,days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17. At night he pierces my bones,my sinews have no rest.
18. With great difficulty I change my clothes,the collar of my tunic fits around my waist.
19. He has cast me into the mire;I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry to you, but you do not answer me;I stand, but you take no notice.
21. You have turned into my tormentor,and with your strong hand you attack me.
22. You raise me up and drive me before the wind;I am tossed about by the tempest.
23. Indeed I know that you will return me to deathto the house destined for everyone alive.