19 He threw me into the mud, and I became like dust and ashes.
20 “God, I cry out to you for help, but you don’t answer. I stand up and pray, but you don’t pay attention to me.
21 You have become cruel to me; you use your power to hurt me.
22 You let the strong wind blow me away. You throw me around in the storm.
23 I know you will lead me to my death, to that place where all the living must go.
24 “Surely no one would attack a man who is already ruined, when he is hurt and crying for help.
25 God, you know that I cried for those who were in trouble. You know that I mourned for the poor.