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They move in as through a wide gap; amid the ruin they roll on in waves.
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Terrors tumble over me, chasing my honor away like the wind; my [hope of] salvation passes like a cloud.
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"So now my life is ebbing away, days of grief have seized me.
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At night pain pierces me to the bone, so that I never rest.
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My clothes are disfigured by the force [of my disease]; they choke me like the collar of my coat.
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[God] has thrown me into the mud; I have become like dust and ashes.
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"I call out to you [God], but you don't answer me; I stand up to plead, but you just look at me.
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You have turned cruelly against me; with your powerful hand you keep persecuting me.
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You snatch me up on the wind and make me ride it; you toss me about in the tempest.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, the house assigned to everyone living.
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"Surely [God] wouldn't strike at a ruin, if in one's calamity one cried out to him for help.