^{15 Ref} Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.

^{16 Ref} But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:

^{17 Ref} The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

^{18 Ref} With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

^{19 Ref} Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

^{20 Ref} You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.

^{21 Ref} You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.

^{22 Ref} Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

^{23 Ref} For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.

^{24 Ref} Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?

^{25 Ref} Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?

^{26 Ref} For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.

^{27 Ref} My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.

^{28 Ref} I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

^{29 Ref} I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.

^{30 Ref} My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

^{31 Ref} And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.