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20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me.
    I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me.
    With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.
    You dissolve me in the storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death,
    to the house appointed for all living.

24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?
    Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?
    Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came.
    When I waited for light, darkness came.

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20 “I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer.
    I stand before you, but you don’t even look.
21 You have become cruel toward me.
    You use your power to persecute me.
22 You throw me into the whirlwind
    and destroy me in the storm.
23 And I know you are sending me to my death—
    the destination of all who live.

24 “Surely no one would turn against the needy
    when they cry for help in their trouble.
25 Did I not weep for those in trouble?
    Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?
26 So I looked for good, but evil came instead.
    I waited for the light, but darkness fell.

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