^{15 Ref} Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

^{16 Ref} "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

^{17 Ref} In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

^{18 Ref} By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

^{19 Ref} He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

^{20 Ref} I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

^{21 Ref} You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

^{22 Ref} You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

^{23 Ref} For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

^{24 Ref} "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

^{25 Ref} Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?

^{26 Ref} When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.

^{27 Ref} My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

^{28 Ref} I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

^{29 Ref} I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

^{30 Ref} My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

^{31 Ref} Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.