8
They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
9
"Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don`t hesitate to spit in my face.
11
For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.
12
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.