19. I have been thrown in the dirtand now am dirt myself.
20. I beg God for help,but there is no answer;and when I stand up,he simply stares.
21. God has turned brutal,
22. stirring up a stormto toss me about.
23. Soon he will send me hometo the world of the dead,where we all must go.
24. No one refuses help to others,when disaster strikes.
25. I mourned for the poorand those who suffered.
26. But when I beg for reliefand light,all I receive are disasterand darkness.
27. My stomach is tied in knots;pain is my daily companion.
28. Suffering has scorched my skin,and in the city councilI stand and cry out,
29. making mournful soundslike jackals and owls.
30. My skin is so parched,that it peels right off,and my bones are burning.
31. My only songs are sorrowand sadness.