22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;You dissolve my success.
23 For I know that You will bring me to death,and to the house appointed for all living.
24 “Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the grave,though they cry when He destroys it.
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil disaster came upon me;and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My insides boiled and did not rest;the days of affliction have met me.
28 I went mourning without the sun;I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.