7 Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don`t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone`s help.
