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?
26 But when I hoped for good, trouble came;when I expected light, then darkness came.
27 My heart is in turmoil unceasingly;the days of my affliction confront me.