Job 30:28

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

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Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?