18:030:017 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18:030:018 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
18:030:019 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
18:030:020 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
18:030:021 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
18:030:022 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
18:030:023 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
18:030:024 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
18:030:025 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
18:030:026 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.