¹² His troops come on together;
    they have thrown up siegeworks^[a] against me
    and encamp around my tent.^(A)

¹² On my right hand the rabble rise up;
    they send me sprawling
    and build roads for my ruin.^(A)

²³ And I will put it into the hand of your tormentors,
    who have said to you,
    “Bow down, that we may walk on you,”
and you have made your back like the ground
    and like the street for them to walk on.^(A)

⁵ Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger—
    the club in their hands is my fury!^(A)
6 Against a godless nation I send him,
    and against the people of my wrath I command him,
to take spoil and seize plunder,
    and to tread them down like the mire of the streets.^(B)

¹³     his archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy;
    he pours out my gall on the ground.^(A)

¹¹ God gives me up to the evil
    and casts me into the hands of the wicked.^(A)