18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me;he binds me like the neck of my garment.
19 He throws me into the mud,and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
20 ‘I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer;I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21 You turn on me ruthlessly;with the might of your hand you attack me.
22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;you toss me about in the storm.
23 I know you will bring me down to death,to the place appointed for all the living.
24 ‘Surely no one lays a hand on a broken manwhen he cries for help in his distress.