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22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and then thou afflictest me, and makest me wretched. 23 And yet I know that thou wilt bring me back from death to the meeting place for all living. 24 But he will not stretch out his hand against me, and when I cry to him he will save me. 25 I have wept for the poor in the daytime, and my soul was grieved for the fatherless. 26 But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, there came darkness. 27 My heart was agitated, and did not rest; the days of affliction came upon me. 28 I walked mournfully without being resentful; I stood up and wept in the congregation. 29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches. 30 My skin has shrunk upon me, and my bones are burned as with heat. 31 My harp is also turned to mourning, and my song to the voice of those who weep. Job 30:22-31, Lamsa Bible. Public domain.
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