17. My bones have been pierced in me at night, and my gnawings never lie down.
18. By great exertion is my garment changed – it girds me as the collar of my coat,
19. throwing me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You only look at me.
21. You have become cruel to me; with the power of Your hand You oppose me.
22. You lift me up to the wind, making me to ride it; and You melt me in a storm.
23. For I have known that You bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24. Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, or in calamity cry out for help?
25. Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was my being not grieved for the poor?