11. For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
12. Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, even men that have no helper.
14. As through a wide breach they come: in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
15. Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16. And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17. In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18. By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.