17. In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.
18. With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.
19. I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.
20. I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.
21. Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.
22. Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.
23. I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
24. But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.