Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
He has walled up my ways with cut stone.
He has made my paths crooked.
He is to me as a bear lying in wait, as a lion in hiding.
He has turned away my path, and pulled me in pieces.
He has made me desolate.
He has bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
He has caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my kidneys.
I have become a derision to all my people, and their song all day long.