9 “And now I have become their mocking asong;
I have even become a btaunting word to them.
10 They abhor me and keep a distance from me,
And they do not hold back from aspitting at my face.
11 Because He has loosed His bowstring and aafflicted me,
They have thrust aside btheir bridle before me.
12 On the right hand their brood arises;
They athrust aside my feet band build up against me their ways to disaster.
13 They abreak up my path;
They profit from my destruction;
They have no helper.
14 As through a wide breach they come,
Amid the storm they roll on.
15 aTerrors are turned against me;
They pursue my nobility as the wind,
And my hope for salvation has passed away blike a cloud.