They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.
As for my people, children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, they which lead thee cause thee to err, and destroy the way of thy paths.
And I am very sore displeased with the heathen that are at ease: for I was but a little displeased, and they helped forward the affliction.