15 Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.
16 “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering have taken hold of me.
17 Night pierces my bones within me; my gnawing pains never rest.
18 By great power He seizes my garment; He binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast 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 turned on me cruelly; You attack me with the might of Your hand.