"I cry out to you,1 O God, but you do not answer;2 I stand up, but you merely look at me.
You turn on me ruthlessly;3 with the might of your hand4 you attack me.5
You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;6 you toss me about in the storm.7
I know you will bring me down to death,8 to the place appointed for all the living.9
"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man10 when he cries for help in his distress.11
Have I not wept for those in trouble?12 Has not my soul grieved for the poor?13
Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.14
The churning inside me never stops;15 days of suffering confront me.16
I go about blackened,17 but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.18
I have become a brother of jackals,19 a companion of owls.20
My skin grows black21 and peels;22 my body burns with fever.23
Scripture quoted by permission. Quotations designated (NIV) are from THE HOLY BIBLE: NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica. All rights reserved worldwide.
(New International Version Bible Online)