American Standard Version of 1901
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Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall?Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
When I looked for good, then evil came;And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
My heart is troubled, and resteth not;Days of affliction are come upon me.