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 honor 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 [God`s] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
