14 As through a wide breach they come;amid the crash they roll on.
15 Terrors are turned upon me;my honor is pursued as by the wind,and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16 “And now my soul is poured out within me;days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 The night racks my bones,and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured;it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 God has cast me into the mire,and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you for help and you do not answer me;I stand, and you only look at me.