7. Amongst the bushes they bray;and under the nettles they are gathered together.
8. They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.They were flogged out of the land.
9. “Now I have become their song.Yes, I am a byword to them.
10. They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11. For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12. On my right hand rise the rabble.They thrust aside my feet,They cast up against me their ways of destruction.