Job 30:21-25

“You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You persecute me.

“You lift me up to the wind and make me ride it; And You dissolve me in a storm.

“For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house of meeting for all living.

“Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out with his hand, Or in his disaster does he not cry out for help?

“Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was my soul not grieved for the needy?