Job 30:28

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I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

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Behold, I cry out, ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.

I say to God, my rock: “Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

For thou art the God in whom I take refuge; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?