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.
22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride on it; You toss me about in the storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
24 Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out His hand, and in his distress cry for help?
25 Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?