14 They pour through the holes in my defencesand come crashing down on top of me;
15 I am overcome with terror;my dignity is gone like a puff of wind,and my prosperity like a cloud.
16 Now I am about to die;there is no relief for my suffering.
17 At night my bones all ache;the pain that gnaws me never stops.
18 God seizes me by my collarand twists my clothes out of shape.
19 He throws me down in the mud;I am no better than dirt.
20 I call to you, O God, but you never answer;and when I pray, you pay no attention.