14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters:in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors are turned upon me:they pursue my soul as the wind:and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me;the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season:and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed:it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire,and I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me:I stand up, and thou regardest me not.