They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.

They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;

Ανατρεπουσι την οδον μου, επαυξανουσι την συμφοραν μου, χωρις να εχωσι βοηθον.

They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.