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.
21 You are treating me cruelly;you persecute me with all your power.
22 You let the wind blow me away;you toss me about in a raging storm.
23 I know you are taking me off to my death,to the fate in store for everyone.