12 To all my foes I am a thing of scorn, and especially to my neighbors a horror to my friends. When they see me in public, they quickly shy away. [AF]

13 I am forgotten, out of mind like the dead; I am like a worn-out tool. [2]

14 I hear the whispers of the crowd; terrors are all around me. [3] They conspire together against me; they plot to take my life.