Job 30:21-31

21 Thou hast turned cruel to me; with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me.
22 Thou liftest me up on the wind, thou makest me ride on it, and thou tossest me about in the roar of the storm.
23 Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
25 Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
31 My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
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