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.
26 But when I hoped for good, trouble came instead. When I looked for light, darkness came.
27 I constantly feel upset. And my suffering has only just begun.
28 I am always sad and depressed, without any relief. I stand up in the public meeting and cry for help,
29 making sad sounds like the wild dogs, like the ostriches in the desert.