⁹ He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.

¹⁷ O Lord, why do you send us wandering from your ways, making our hearts hard, so that we have no fear of you? Come back, because of your servants, the tribes of your heritage.

²⁸ And his breath is as an overflowing stream, coming up even to the neck, shaking the nations for their destruction, like the shaking of grain in a basket: and he will put a cord in the mouths of the people, turning them out of their way.

¹¹ By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.

⁶ For this cause I will put thorns in her road, building up a wall round her so that she may not go on her way.