190Or Beare which lyes in wait, he was to mee.
11 He stops my way, teares me, made desolate,
12 And hee makes mee the marke he shooteth at.
13 Hee made the children of his quiver passe
Into my reines, 14 I with my people was
195All the day long, a song and mockery.
15 Hee hath fill'd mee with bitternesse, and he
Hath made me drunke with wormewood. 16 He hath burst
My teeth with stones, and covered mee with dust;