22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.

23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

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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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