15. Terrors crash upon me;they sweep away my honor like wind;my safety disappears like a cloud.
16. Now my life is poured out on me;days of misery have seized me.
17. At night he bores my bones;my gnawing pain won’t rest.
18. With great force he grasps my clothing;it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
19. He hurls me into mud;I’m a cliché, like dust and ashes.