Good News Translation w/ Apocrypha GNTA
New International Version NIV
22 You let the wind blow me away; you toss me about in a raging storm.
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You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.
23 I know you are taking me off to my death, to the fate in store for everyone.
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I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24 Why do you attack a ruined man, one who can do nothing but beg for pity?
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“Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
25 Didn't I weep with people in trouble and feel sorry for those in need?
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Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 I hoped for happiness and light, but trouble and darkness came instead.
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Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 I am torn apart by worry and pain; I have had day after day of suffering.
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The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28 I go about in gloom, without any sunshine; I stand up in public and plead for help.
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I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 My voice is as sad and lonely as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.
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I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30 My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.
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My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
31 Where once I heard joyful music, now I hear only mourning and weeping.
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My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
Scripture taken from the Good News Translation - Second Edition, Copyright 1992 by American Bible Society. Used by Permission.
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