Leeser(i)
15 Terrors have turned their face against me; they chase like the wind my glory: and like a cloud is my happiness passed away.
16 And now my soul is poured out over me; the days of affliction have seized on me;
17 All night it holloweth out my bones out of my body; and my pursuers take no rest.
18 Through the Almlghty’s power is my garment made unknown: like the opening of my coat hath he enclosed me.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry aloud unto thee, but thou answerest me not: I stand up, and thou fixest thy regard against me.
21 Thou art changed into a cruel master toward me: with the strength of thy hand thou assailest me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to pass away, and dissolvest in me all wise counsel.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me back to death, and to the house of assembly for all the living.
24 But doth not a man stretch out his hand among ruins? or doth one not cry out therefrom for help when he meeteth his downfall?
25 Did I not weep for him that was hard pressed by misfortune? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 That I hoped for good, but there came evil; and I waited for light, and there came darkness!
27 My bowels heave, and rest not: the days of affliction have overcome me.
28 I walk about mournfully without sunlight: when I rise up, in the assembly, I cry with pain.
29 I am a brother to howling monsters, and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin hangeth down black from me, and my bones are burnt from heat.
31 And thus is changed to mourning my harp, and my pipe to the sound of weeping.