'Made' in the Bible

From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.

The Lord hath cast off His altar, He hath rejected His sanctuary, He hath shut up into the hand of the enemy The walls of her palaces, A noise they have made in the house of Jehovah Like a day of appointment.

He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.

He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.

My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.