15. Terrors are turned loose on me;they drive away my honor like the wind,and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.
16. “And now my soul pours itself out within me;days of suffering take hold of me.
17. Night pierces my bones;my gnawing pains never cease.
18. With great power God grasps my clothing;he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19. He has flung me into the mud,and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
20. I cry out to you, but you do not answer me;I stand up, and you only look at me.
21. You have become cruel to me;with the strength of your hand you attack me.