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22 You lift me to the wind and make me ride;
    you melt me in its roar.
23 I know you will return me to death,
    the house appointed for all the living.

Job’s agony

24 Surely he won’t strike someone in ruins
        if in distress he cries out to him,

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22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;(A)
    you toss me about in the storm.(B)
23 I know you will bring me down to death,(C)
    to the place appointed for all the living.(D)

24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man(E)
    when he cries for help in his distress.(F)

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