28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. 29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
Job 30:28–30
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Job 30:18–20
18 With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic. 19 He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes. 20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
Job 13:27–28
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