17. In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18. By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21. You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22. You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23. For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
24. “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25. Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26. When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
27. My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28. I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29. I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30. My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.