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God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like 1dust and ashes.
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I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.
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You have 2turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 3persecute me.
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4You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
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5For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 6all living.
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"Yet does not one in a 7heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
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Did not I 8weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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But 9when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, 10darkness came.
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My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction 11come to meet me.
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I 12go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in 13the assembly and cry for help.
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I am a brother of 14jackals and a companion of 15ostriches.
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My 16skin turns black and falls from me, and my 17bones burn with heat.
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My 18lyre is 19turned to mourning, and my 20pipe to the voice of those who weep.