1 them.
14As through a wide breach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15
he grasps me by the collar of my tunic.
19
when in disaster they cry for help.
25 Ps 35.13, 14; Rom 12.15 Did I not weep for those whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 Job 3.25, 26; 19.8; Jer 8.15 But when I looked for good, evil came,
and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27My inward parts are in turmoil and are never still;
days of affliction come to meet me.
28 Job 19.7; Ps 38.6; 42.9; 43.2 I go about in sunless gloom;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 Mic 1.8 I am a brother of jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 Ps 102.3; 119.83; Lam 4.8 My skin turns black and falls from me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31 Ps 107.1, 2 My lyre is turned to mourning
and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
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