Job 30:22-31 ▼

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, Thou causest me to ride upon it; And Thou dissolvest my substance.

23 For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.

24 Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, Neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity,

25 If I have not wept for him that was in trouble, And if my soul grieved not for the needy.

26 Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

27 Mine inwards boil, and rest not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

28 I go mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

29 I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.