By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me [not].
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride [upon it], and dissolvest my substance.
For I know [that] thou wilt bring me [to] death, and [to] the house appointed for all living.
Howbeit he will not stretch out [his] hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was [not] my soul grieved for the poor?
When I looked for good, then evil came [unto me]: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
