"When I lie down I ask, "When will I wake up?' But the night continues and I keep tossing and turning until dawn.

"He tossed me into the mire; I've become like dust and ashes.

you carried me off in a wind storm, making me ride on it while you toss me about as the storm roars around me.

It will toss him around without pity. He'll try to break free from its grip,