17 My bones have been pierced in me at night, and my gnawings never lie down.
18 By great exertion is my garment changed – it girds me as the collar of my coat,
19 throwing me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You only look at me.
21 You have become cruel to me; with the power of Your hand You oppose me.
22 You lift me up to the wind, making me to ride it; and You melt me in a storm.
23 For I have known that You bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.