Job 30 Job’s Wealth Now Poverty
Job 30:1-31 Job’s Wealth Now Poverty
Job 30:24-31
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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.
25
Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26
But when I looked for good, evil came to me;
And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
27
[f]My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;
Days of affliction confront me.
28
I go about mourning, but not in the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29
I am a brother of jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
30
My skin grows black and falls from me;
My bones burn with fever.
31
My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.