16 I am sick at heart!Pain has taken its toll.
17 Night chews on my bones,causing endless torment,
18 and God has shrunk my skin,choking me to death.
19 I have been thrown in the dirtand now am dirt myself.
20 I beg God for help,but there is no answer;and when I stand up,he simply stares.
21 God has turned brutal,
22 stirring up a windstormto toss me about.