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22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance. 23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living. 24 Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth. 25 Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy? 26 For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness. 27 My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me. 28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation. 29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat. 31 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers. Job 30:22-31, Darby Bible Translation. Public domain.
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