6. In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
7. He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
8. Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
9. He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
10. A bear lying in wait He [is] to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
11. My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
12. He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13. He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
14. I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.