22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride
on it;You spoil my success.
23 For I know
that You will bring me
to death,
And
to the house
aappointed for all living.
24 “Surely He would not stretch out
His hand against a heap of ruins,
If they cry out when He destroys
it.
25 aHave I not wept for him who was in trouble?
Has
not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 aBut when I looked for good, evil came
to me;And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
