18. By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
21. Thou art turned to be cruel to me: with the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
22. Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; and thou dissolvest me in the storm.
23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24. Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though it be in his destruction, one may utter a cry because of these things.