3:7. Ghimel. He hath built against me round about, that I may not get out: he hath made my fetters heavy.
3:8. Ghimel. Yea, and when I cry, and entreat, he hath shut out my prayer.
3:9. Ghimel. He hath shut up my ways with square stones, he hath turned my paths upside down.
3:10. Daleth. He is become to me as a bear lying in wait: as a lion in secret places.
3:11. Daleth. He hath turned aside my paths, and hath broken me in pieces, he hath made me desolate.
3:12. Daleth. He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for his arrows.
3:13. He. He hath shot into my reins the daughters of his quiver.
3:14. He. I am made a derision to all my people, their song all the day long.
3:15. He. He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath inebriated me with wormwood.
3:16. Vau. And he hath broken my teeth one by one, he hath fed me with ashes.