¹⁵Terrors are turned loose against me; ¹⁶And now my soul is poured out within me; ¹⁷Night pierces my bones, ¹⁸With great force He grasps my garment; ¹⁹He throws me into the mud, ²⁰I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; ²¹You have ruthlessly turned on me; ²²You snatch me up into the wind ²³Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, ²⁴Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined man ²⁵Have I not wept for those in trouble? ²⁶But when I hoped for good, evil came; ²⁷I am churning within and cannot rest; ²⁸I go about blackened, but not by the sun. ²⁹I have become a brother of jackals, ³⁰My skin grows black and peels, ³¹My harp is tuned to mourning