They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.
As through a wide breach they come In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; And they tell of the sorrow 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 nations that are at ease: for I was but a little displeased, and they helped forward the affliction.