Terrors1 overwhelm me;2 my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.3
"And now my life ebbs away;4 days of suffering grip me.5
Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.6
In his great power7 [God] becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
He throws me into the mud,8 and I am reduced to dust and ashes.9
"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.14
You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;15 you toss me about in the storm.16
I know you will bring me down to death,17 to the place appointed for all the living.18
"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man19 when he cries for help in his distress.20
Have I not wept for those in trouble?21 Has not my soul grieved for the poor?22
Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.23
The churning inside me never stops;24 days of suffering confront me.25
I go about blackened,26 but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.27
I have become a brother of jackals,28 a companion of owls.29
My skin grows black30 and peels;31 my body burns with fever.32
My harp is tuned to mourning,33 and my flute34 to the sound of wailing.
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