15 "Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16 "And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me.
17 "At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 "By a great force my garment is distorted; 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.
20 "I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
21 "You have become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You persecute me.