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Job
“And now they mock me with vulgar songs!
They taunt me!
They despise me and won’t come near me,
except to spit in my face.
For God has cut my bowstring.
He has humbled me,
so they have thrown off all restraint.
These outcasts oppose me to my face.
They send me sprawling
and lay traps in my path.
They block my road
and do everything they can to destroy me.
They know I have no one to help me.
They come at me from all directions.
They jump on me when I am down.
I live in terror now.
My honor has blown away in the wind,
and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.
“And now my life seeps away.
Depression haunts my days.
At night my bones are filled with pain,
which gnaws at me relentlessly.
With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt.
He grips me by the collar of my coat.
He has thrown me into the mud.
I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.
“I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer.
I stand before you, but you don’t even look.
You have become cruel toward me.
You use your power to persecute me.
You throw me into the whirlwind
and destroy me in the storm.
And I know you are sending me to my death—
the destination of all who live.
“Surely no one would turn against the needy
when they cry for help in their trouble.
Did I not weep for those in trouble?
Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?
So I looked for good, but evil came instead.
I waited for the light, but darkness fell.
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