16 “And now my soul pours itself out within me;days of suffering take hold of me.
17 Night pierces my bones;my gnawing pains never cease.
18 With great power God grasps my clothing;he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has flung me into the mud,and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.
20 I cry out to you, but you do not answer me;I stand up, and you only look at me.
21 You have become cruel to me;with the strength of your hand you attack me.
22 You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it;you toss me about in the storm.