CAB(i)
15 My pains return upon me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my safety as a cloud.
16 Even now my life shall be poured forth upon me, and days of anguish seize me.
17 And by night my bones are confounded; and my sinews are relaxed.
18 With great force my disease has taken hold of my garment — it has compassed me as the collar of my coat.
19 And You have counted me as clay; my portion in dust and ashes.
20 And I have cried to You, but You do not hear me: but they stood still, and observed me.
21 They attacked me also without mercy: You have scourged me with a strong hand.
22 And You have put me to grief, and have cast me away from safety.
23 For I know that death will destroy me: for the earth is the house appointed for every mortal.
24 Oh, that I might lay hands upon myself, or at least ask another, and he should do this for me!
25 Yet I wept over every helpless man; I groaned when I saw a man in distress.
26 But I, when I waited for good things, behold, days of evils came upon me all the more.
27 My belly boiled, and would not cease — the days of poverty prevented me.
28 I went mourning without restraint, and I have stood and cried out in the assembly.
29 I have become a brother of monsters, and a companion of ostriches.
30 And my skin has been greatly blackened, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also has been turned into mourning, and my song into my weeping.