Job 30:23LXX

21Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

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

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

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

25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was my soul grieved for the poor?