17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me: with the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; and thou dissolvest me in the storm.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.