¹² His troops advance.
    They build up roads to attack me.
    They camp all around my tent.

¹² These outcasts oppose me to my face.
    They send me sprawling
    and lay traps in my path.

¹³     and now his archers surround me.
His arrows pierce me without mercy.
    The ground is wet with my blood.^[a]

²³ Instead, I will hand that cup to your tormentors,
    those who said, ‘We will trample you into the dust
    and walk on your backs.’”

¹¹ God has handed me over to sinners.
    He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.