They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them.
And I am very angry with the nations that are at ease; for while I was angry but a little they furthered the disaster.
My people—children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, your leaders mislead you, and confuse the course of your paths.
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten, and him whom thou hast wounded, they afflict still more.
As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.