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22 You snatch me up into the wind {ruach} and drive me before it; You toss me about (You dissolve me) in the storm. 23 Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. 24 Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress. 25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy? 26 But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell. 27 I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me. 28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. 29 I have become a brother of jackals (serpents), a companion of ostriches \of daughters of an ostrich/. 30 My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever. 31 My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping. Job 30:22-31, Berean Annotated Bible. Public domain.
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