Job 30:22-31 ▼

22 You lift me up, || You cause me to ride on the wind, || And You melt—You level me.

23 For I have known You bring me back [to] death, || And [to] the house appointed for all living.

24 Surely not against the heap || Does He send forth the hand, || Though they have safety in its ruin.

25 Did I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has grieved for the needy.

26 When I expected good, then comes evil, || And I wait for light, and darkness comes.

27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, || Days of affliction have gone before me.

28 I have gone mourning without the sun, || I have risen, I cry in an assembly.

29 I have been a brother to dragons, || And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

30 My skin has been black on me, || And my bone has burned from heat,

31 And my harp becomes mourning, || And my pipe the sound of weeping.”