Job 24:8 Cross References - CLV

⁸ They are doused by the mountain storm, And without a refuge they hug to a rock.

² I was asleep, yet my heart was aroused; The sound of my darling knocking! Open to me, my sister, my dearest, My dove, my flawless one, For my head is filled with night mist, My locks with moisture of the night."

⁵ Those who ate dainties are desolated in the streets; Those who were fostered in crimson embrace hearth dung.

³⁸ (of whom the world was not worthy), straying in wildernesses and mountains and caves and the holes of the earth."