Job 30:22-28
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22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
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23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
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25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
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26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
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28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.