11. "Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.
12. "On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction.
13. "They break up my path, They profit from my destruction; No one restrains them.
14. "As through a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on.
15. "Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.