¹² His troops come on together, Build a siege ramp against me, And encamp around my tent.

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

¹¹ God delivers me to the ungodly, And casts me into the hands of the wicked.

¹³ His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

⁵ Ho Assyrian, the rod of my anger, the staff in whose hand is my 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 those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and you have laid your back as the ground, and as the street, to those who go over.