Context Reading
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me,and the pains that gnaw me take no rest. 18My garment is disfigured by great force.It binds me about as the collar of my tunic. 19He has cast me into the mire.I have become like dust and ashes. 20I cry to you, and you do not answer me.I stand up, and you gaze at me. 21You have turned to be cruel to me.With the might of your hand you persecute me.