His troops advance together; they construct a ramp against me and encamp around my tent.
The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ‘Lie down, so we can walk over you,’ so that you made you
Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger; the staff in their hands is My wrath.