22. You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23. For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
24. “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25. Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?