22. Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
24. Indeed, no prayer availeth when he stretcheth out his hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
25. Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.
27. My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.
28. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.
29. I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
30. My skin is become black and falleth off me, and my bones are parched with heat.
31. My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.