17. My bones pierce me in the night, and my sinews take no rest.
18. By the great force of my disease my garment is changed; it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19. He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20. I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me; I present myself, and thou regardest me not.
21. Thou art become cruel to me; with the strength of thy hand thou dost hate me.