Job 30:22-31 ▼

22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride; And You melt me away in a storm.

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

24 “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or, in his upheaval, is there a cry for help because of them?

25 Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

26 When I hoped for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then thick darkness came.

27 I am boiling within and cannot be silent; Days of affliction confront me.

28 I go about darkened but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

29 I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.

31 Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.