Job 30:28

Modern King James Version

I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up and I cried out in the congregation.

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Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered. I cry aloud, but there is no justice.

And my lyre has turned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of weeping.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

I will say to God my rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the cruelty of the enemy?

For You are the God of my strength; why do You cast me off? Why do I go mourning under the affliction of the enemy?