17 My bones are pierced in me at night,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 By great force my garment is disfigured;
It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
20 “I
acry out to You, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You regard me.
21 But You have become cruel to me;
With the strength of Your hand You
aoppose me.
22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride
on it;You spoil my success.
23 For I know
that You will bring me
to death,
And
to the house
aappointed for all living.
24 “Surely He would not stretch out
His hand against a heap of ruins,
If they cry out when He destroys
it.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
