18 My clothing is distorted with great force;He chokes me by the neck of my garment.
19 He throws me into the mud,and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
21 You have turned against me with cruelty;You harass me with Your strong hand.
22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;You scatter me in the storm.
23 Yes, I know that You will lead me to death —the place appointed for all who live.
24 Yet no one would stretch out his handagainst a ruined man when he cries out to him for helpbecause of his distress.