^{9 Ref} And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

^{10 Ref} They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.

^{11 Ref} For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.

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

^{13 Ref} They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, `Even' men that have no helper.

^{14 Ref} As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves `upon me'.