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?
26 Yet when I looked for good, evil came;when I expected light, darkness came.
27 My inward parts seethe and will not be stilled;days of affliction have overtaken me.
28 I go about in gloom, without the sun;I rise in the assembly and cry for help.