American Standard Version of 1901
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And now I am become their song,Yea, I am a byword unto them.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,And spare not to spit {Or, at the sight of me}in my face.
For he hath loosed {According to another reading, my cord (or, bowstring).}his cord, and afflicted me;And they have cast off the bridle before me.
Upon my right hand rise the {Or, brood}rabble;They thrust aside my feet,And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
They {Or, break up}mar my path,They set forward my calamity,Even men that have no helper.
{Or, As a wide breaking in of waters}As through a wide breach they come:In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
Terrors are turned upon me; {Or, Thou chasest}They chase {Or, my nobility}mine honor as the wind;And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.