20 I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.
21 Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.
22 Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.
23 I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
24 But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.
25 I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
26 I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.