21. Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.
22. Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
24. Indeed, no prayer availeth when he stretcheth out his hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
25. Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.