17 At night I am in great pain; my pains do not take a rest.
18 He seizes my clothing with great power; he grasps me by my tunic’s collar.
19 He has cast me into the dirt, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
21 You have turned cruel to me; you persecute me with your hand’s might.
22 You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it, and you toss me about in the storm.
23 Indeed, I know that you will bring me to death and to the house of assembly for all the living.