MSB(i)
9 And now they mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12 The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
13 They tear up my path; they profit from my destruction, with no one to restrain them.
14 They advance as through a wide breach; through the ruins they keep rolling in.