18. By the sheer number of them my clothing is worn away, and they have closed in on me like the collar of my coat.
19. I have been treated like dirt, and I have been turned into embers and ashes.
20. I cry to you, and you do not heed me. I stand up, and you do not look back at me.
21. You have changed me into hardness, and, with the hardness of your hand, you oppose me.
22. You have lifted me up, and, placing me as if on the wind, you have thrown me down powerfully.
23. I know that you will hand me over to death, where a home has been established for all the living.
24. Truly, then, you do not extend your hand in order to consume them, and if they fall down, you will save them.
25. Once, I wept over him who was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.