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"I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.
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But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
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You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.
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For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
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"Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.
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Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
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But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
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My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.
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I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
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I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
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My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.