LEB(i)
20 I cry to you for help, but* you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
21 You have turned cruel to me; you persecute me with your hand's might.
22 You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it, and you toss me about in the storm.
23 Indeed, I know that you will bring me to death and to the house of assembly for all the living.
24 "Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.
25 Have I not wept for ⌊the unfortunate⌋,* and grieved myself over the poor?
26 Indeed, I hoped for good, but evil came, and I waited for light, but darkness came.
27 My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still; days of misery come to confront me.
28 I go about in mourning garb, but not in sunlight; I stand up in the assembly, and I cry for help.
29 I am a companion for the jackals and a companion for ⌊ostriches⌋.*
30 My skin turns black on me, and my bones burn with heat.
31 So* my lyre came to be used for mourning, and my flute for the voice of those who weep.