Job 30:28

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I went forth mourning, without anger, and rising up, I cried out in confusion.

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Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.

My harp has been turned into mourning, and my pipes have been turned into a voice of weeping.

Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.

We have heard, O God, with our own ears. Our fathers have announced to us the work that you wrought in their days and in the days of antiquity.