Job 30:22-31 ▼

22 “You lift me up on the wind and cause me to ride [upon it]; And You toss me about in the tempest and dissolve me in the storm.

23 “For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting [appointed] for all the living.

24 “However, does not one falling in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand? Or in his disaster [will he not] therefore cry out for help?

25 “Did I not weep for one whose life was hard and filled with trouble? Was not my heart grieved for the needy?

26 “When I expected good, then came evil [to me]; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.

27 “I am seething within and my heart is troubled and cannot rest; Days of affliction come to meet me.

28 “I go about mourning without comfort [my skin blackened by disease, not by the heat of the sun]; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

29 “I am a brother to [howling] jackals, And a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].

30 “My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, And my bones are burned with fever.

31 “Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning, And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.