13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, 'Even' men that have no helper.
14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves 'upon me'.
15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the 'pains' that gnaw me take no rest.
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