5. He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
6. In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
7. He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
8. Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
9. He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
10. A bear lying in wait He [is] to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
11. My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
12. He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13. He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
14. I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.