22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
24 "However doesn`t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Didn`t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn`t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn`t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
