ECB(i)
9 and now I am their strummer; yes, I am their utterance.
10 They abhor me; they flee far from me; they spare not to spit in my face.
11 Because he loosed my cord and humbled me, they also sent away the bridle from my face.
12 At my right rise the offspring; they send away my feet; they raise their ways of destruction against me;
13 they tear up my path; they benefit my calamity; they have no helper:
14 they come as a broad breach; they roll themselves under the devastation.