Job 30:28

Tree of Life Version

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

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“Though I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I get no response. I cry for help, but there is no justice.

My harp is for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.

By day Adonai commands His love, and at night His song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.

For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?