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?
26. When I looked for good, then evil came to me. And when I waited for light, darkness came.
27. My inward parts boiled and did not rest; days of affliction went before me.
28. I went about blackened, but not by the sun; I stood up in the assembly, I cried for help.
29. I became a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
30. My skin became black upon me, and my bones burned with heat.
31. So my lyre becomes mourning, and my flute the sound of weeping.