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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.