22 You lift me up to the wind; you cause me to ride upon it, and spoil my substance.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his destruction.
25 Did I not weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My heart is in turmoil, and rests not: the days of affliction confront me.
28 I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.