17. At night I am in great pain; my pains do not take a rest.
18. He seizes my clothing with great power; he grasps me by my tunic’s collar.
19. He has cast me into the dirt, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
21. You have turned cruel to me; you persecute me with your hand’s might.
22. You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it, and you toss me about in the storm.