Job 30:25
Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
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12For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.
13The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
16A father I `am' to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.
26When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
16If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,
28To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.
19If I see `any' perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,
14As `if' a friend, as `if' my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.
15And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;
22For I `am' poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.
16Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.
12`Is it' nothing to you, all ye passing by the way? Look attentively, and see, If there is any pain like my pain, That He is rolling to me? Whom Jehovah hath afflicted In the day of the fierceness of His anger.
9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.
16For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
20Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.
16Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,
16He decided the cause of the poor and needy, Then `it is' well -- is it not to know Me? An affirmation of Jehovah.
1And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors `is' power, and they have no comforter.
12For he delivereth the needy who crieth, And the poor when he hath no helper,
13He hath pity on the poor and needy, And the souls of the needy he saveth,
13Whoso is shutting his ear from the cry of the poor, He also doth cry, and is not answered.
21If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court,
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
7I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
15He draweth out the afflicted in his affliction, And uncovereth in oppression their ear.
25For I have satiated the weary soul, And every grieved soul I have filled.'
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
38If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,
20I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
4Therefore I said, `Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
9Open thy mouth, judge righteously, Both the cause of the poor and needy!'
24For He hath not despised, nor abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
29If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,
7The righteous knoweth the plea of the poor, The wicked understandeth not knowledge.
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
25If I rejoice because great `is' my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,