13 They tear apart my path,they promote my calamity;they have no helper.
14 They came upon me as a wide breach, with a crash they came;in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors are turned on me;they pursue my dignity like the wind,and my help passes away as a cloud.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me;the days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 My bones are pierced in me at night,and my sinews have no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease my garment is changed;it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire,and I have become like dust and ashes.