They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
Because they are cruel to him against whom your hand is turned; they make bitter the grief of him who is wounded by you.
As for my people, their ruler is acting like a child, and those who have authority over them are women. O my people, your guides are the cause of your wandering, turning your footsteps out of the right way.
And I am very angry with the nations who are living untroubled: for when I was only a little angry, they made the evil worse.