Terrors1 overwhelm me;2 my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.316
"And now my life ebbs away;4 days of suffering grip me.517
Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.618
In his great power7 [God] becomes like clothing to mea; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
He throws me into the mud,8 and I am reduced to dust and ashes.920
"I cry out to you,10 O God, but you do not answer;11 I stand up, but you merely look at me.
You turn on me ruthlessly;12 with the might of your hand13 you attack me.1422
You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;15 you toss me about in the storm.1623
I know you will bring me down to death,17 to the place appointed for all the living.1824
"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man19 when he cries for help in his distress.2025
Have I not wept for those in trouble?21 Has not my soul grieved for the poor?2226
Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.2327
The churning inside me never stops;24 days of suffering confront me.2528
I go about blackened,26 but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.2729
I have become a brother of jackals,28 a companion of owls.2930
My skin grows black30 and peels;31 my body burns with fever.3231
My harp is tuned to mourning,33 and my flute34 to the sound of wailing.