[17] My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. [18] force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. [19] He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. [20] I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not. [21] Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. [22] Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest [23] For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. [24] Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. [25] Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? [26] When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. [27] My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented