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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 1turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 2persecute me.
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3You 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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4For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 5all living.
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"Yet does not one in a 6heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
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Did not I 7weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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But 8when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, 9darkness came.
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My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction 10come to meet me.
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I 11go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in 12the assembly and cry for help.
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I am a brother of 13jackals and a companion of 14ostriches.
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My 15skin turns black and falls from me, and my 16bones burn with heat.