7 Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
8 My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9 Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
11 And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
12 Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
13 My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
