22 stirring up a stormto toss me about.
23 Soon he will send me hometo the world of the dead,where we all must go.
24 No one refuses help to others,when disaster strikes.
25 I mourned for the poorand those who suffered.
26 But when I beg for reliefand light,all I receive are disasterand darkness.
27 My stomach is tied in knots;pain is my daily companion.
28 Suffering has scorched my skin,and in the city councilI stand and cry out,