As for their enemies, they decreased in number and were beaten down, because of painful distress and suffering.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

The ropes of death tightened around me, the snares of Sheol confronted me. I was confronted with trouble and sorrow.

How long must I worry, and suffer in broad daylight? How long will my enemy gloat over me?