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. ‡

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. ‡