They tore up my beaten path, they helped for my fall, no help to them.
And I am angry with great anger against the nations living in quiet: for I was angry a little and they helped for evil.
My people, their tyrants from children, and women ruled over them. My people, they calling thee happy, causing to err; they destroyed the way of thy paths.
For whom thou didst strike they pursued; and they will relate to the pain of thy wounded.
They will come as a wide breach under a destroying tempest, they rolled themselves.