7 Among the bushes they brayed,
Under the nettles they nestled.
8 They were sons of fools,
Yes, sons of vile men;
They were scourged from the land.
9 “And
a now I am their taunting song;
Yes, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they keep far from me;
They do not hesitate
ato spit in my face.
11 Because
aHe has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,
They have cast off restraint before me.
12 At
my right
hand the rabble arises;
They push away my feet,
And
athey raise against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path,
They promote my calamity;
They have no helper.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
