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20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me.
    I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me.
    With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.
    You dissolve me in the storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death,
    to the house appointed for all living.

24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?
    Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?
    Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came.
    When I waited for light, darkness came.

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20 I cry for help to you,
    but you won’t answer me;
I stand still,
    but you only look at me.
21 You changed toward me, and now you’re cruel to me;
    with your mighty hand you are persecuting me;
22 you carried me off in a wind storm,
    making me ride on it
        while you toss me about as the storm roars around me.
23 I know that you’re about to kill me,
    so I’m about to go to the house that’s appointed for all the living.”

Job Lists His Hopes Despite His Deplorable Condition

24 “Surely he won’t stretch his hand against the needy, will he,
    especially if they cry to him in their calamity?
25 Haven’t I wept for the one who is going through hard times?
    Haven’t I grieved for the needy?
26 I have hoped for good, but evil came instead;
    I have hoped for light, but darkness came.

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