15. Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16. And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17. My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18. By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: 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 hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21. Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22. Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.