Job 30:28

The Scriptures 1998

I went about blackened, but not by the sun; I stood up in the assembly, I cried for help.

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See, I cry, ‘Violence!’ but I am not heard. I cry aloud, but there is no right-ruling.

So my lyre becomes mourning, and my flute the sound of weeping.

I have been bent down; I have been bowed down very much; All day long I have gone mourning.

I say to Ě

For You are the Elohim of my strength. Why have You rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?