¹² His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

¹² Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

¹¹ God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

¹³ His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

⁵ Ho Assyrian, the rod of mine anger, the staff in whose hand is mine indignation!

⁶ I will send him against a profane nation, and against the people of my wrath will I give him a charge, to take the spoil, and to take the prey, and to tread them down like the mire of the streets.

²³ and I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee, that have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid thy back as the ground, and as the street, to them that go over.