20. I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
21. You have turned cruel to me; you persecute me with your hand’s might.
22. You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it, and you toss me about in the storm.
23. Indeed, I know that you will bring me to death and to the house of assembly for all the living.
24. “Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.
25. Have I not wept for the unfortunate, and grieved myself over the poor?
26. Indeed, I hoped for good, but evil came, and I waited for light, but darkness came.
27. My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still; days of misery come to confront me.
28. I go about in mourning garb, but not in sunlight; I stand up in the assembly, and I cry for help.
29. I am a companion for the jackals and a companion for ostriches.