20. I cry out to you, but you do not answer me;I stand up, and you only look at me.
21. You have become cruel to me;with the strength of your hand you attack me.
22. You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it;you toss me about in the storm.
23. I know that you are bringing me to death,to the meeting place for all the living.
24. “Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken manwhen he cries for help in his distress.
25. Have I not wept for the unfortunate?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26. But when I hoped for good, trouble came;when I expected light, then darkness came.