Job 30:20-31
Job 30:20-31 CSB
I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me; when I stand up, you merely look at me. You have turned against me with cruelty; you harass me with your strong hand. You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it; you scatter me in the storm. Yes, I know that you will lead me to death — the place appointed for all who live. Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined person when he cries out to him for help because of his distress. Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy? But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness came. I am churning within and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me. I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help. I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches. My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever. My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.





