17. For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
18. He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
19. If we speak of the strength of the mighty, lo, he is there! and if of judgment, who will appoint me a time?
20. Though I be righteous, mine own mouth shall condemn me: though I be perfect, it shall prove me perverse.
21. I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.