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.
24 Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, or in calamity cry out for help?
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was my being not grieved for the poor?