17. At night he pierces my bones,my sinews have no rest.
18. With great difficulty I change my clothes,the collar of my tunic fits around my waist.
19. He has cast me into the mire;I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry to you, but you do not answer me;I stand, but you take no notice.
21. You have turned into my tormentor,and with your strong hand you attack me.