22. You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it;you toss me about in the storm.
23. I know that you are bringing me to death,to the meeting place for all the living.
24. “Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken manwhen he cries for help in his distress.
25. Have I not wept for the unfortunate?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26. But when I hoped for good, trouble came;when I expected light, then darkness came.
27. My heart is in turmoil unceasingly;the days of my affliction confront me.
28. I go about blackened, but not by the sun;in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
29. I have become a brother to jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30. My skin has turned dark on me;my body is hot with fever.
31. My harp is used for mourningand my flute for the sound of weeping.