19 He has cast me into the mire;I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, but you do not answer me;I stand, but you take no notice.
21 You have turned into my tormentor,and with your strong hand you attack me.
22 You raise me up and drive me before the wind;I am tossed about by the tempest.
23 Indeed I know that you will return me to deathto the house destined for everyone alive.
24 Yet should not a hand be held outto help a wretched person in distress?
25 Did I not weep for the hardships of others;was not my soul grieved for the poor?