11. Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12. On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13. They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
14. As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.