22 Thou didst lift me up and cause me to ride upon the wind, and didst dissolve my being.
23 For I know that thou dost conduct me unto death and to the house appointed for all living.
24 But he will not stretch out his hand against the grave; do those who are buried cry out when he destroys them?
25 Did I not weep for the one that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I expected good, then evil came unto me; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My bowels boil and do not rest; the days of affliction came upon me.
28 I went about darkened, but not by the sun; I stood up and cried out in the congregation.