22. You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it,and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23. For I know that you will bring me to deathand to the house appointed for all living.
24. “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,and in his disaster cry for help?
25. Did not I weep for him whose day was hard?Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. But when I hoped for good, evil came,and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27. My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;days of affliction come to meet me.
28. I go about darkened, but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29. I am a brother of jackalsand a companion of ostriches.