21. Thou art turned to be cruel to me: with the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
22. Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; and thou dissolvest me in the storm.
23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24. Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though it be in his destruction, one may utter a cry because of these things.
25. Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. When I looked for good, then evil came; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27. My bowels boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
28. I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29. I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30. My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.