He brought his people out enriched with silver and gold; none of his tribes stumbled.

So he used suffering to humble them; they stumbled and no one helped them up.

I am so starved my knees shake; I have turned into skin and bones.

When my enemies turn back, they trip and are defeated before you.

Their slander will bring about their demise. All who see them will shudder,

When evil men attack me to devour my flesh, when my adversaries and enemies attack me, they stumble and fall.

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.