16 “And now my soul is poured out within me;
Days of affliction have seized me.
17 At night it pierces my bones within me,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 By a great force my garment is distorted;
It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.