17 My bones are pierced in me at night,And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 By great force my garment is disfigured;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, but You do not answer me;I stand up, and You regard me.
21 But You have become cruel to me;With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;You spoil my success.
23 For I know that You will bring me to death,And to the house appointed for all living.