Job 30:20 - 30:26

I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;

I stand up, and You carefully consider how to be against me.

You have become cruel to me;

With the might of Your hand You hunted me down.

You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;

And You melt me away in a storm.

For I know that You will bring me to death

And to the house of meeting for all living.

“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?

Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard?

Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

When I hoped for good, then evil came;

When I waited for light, then thick darkness came.