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.
23 I know that you are bringing me to death,to the meeting place for all the living.
24 “Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken manwhen he cries for help in his distress.
25 Have I not wept for the unfortunate?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?