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. |
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. |
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. |
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? |
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. |
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. |
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. |
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. |
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. |
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep. |
