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.
21 Thou art become cruel to me:with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind;thou causest me to ride upon it,and dissolvest my substance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,and to the house appointed for all living.