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.
16. "And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me.
17. "At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18. "By a great force my garment is distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.