12. At my right hand a brood rises; they pushed away my feet, and they raise up against me their destructive ways.
13. They have broken up my path, they gain by my ruin; no one restrains them.
14. They come as through a wide breach; rushing on me under the ruins.
15. Destructions are turned upon me; they pursue my life as the wind, and my welfare has passed like a cloud.
16. And now my life pours itself out; days of affliction seize me.
17. My bones have been pierced in me at night, and my gnawings never lie down.
18. By great exertion is my garment changed – it girds me as the collar of my coat,
19. throwing me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.