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.

14 They come as broad breakers;
Under the ruinous storm they roll along.