23 I know you will return me to death,the house appointed for all the living.
24 Surely he won’t strike someone in ruinsif in distress he cries out to him,
25 if I didn’t weep for those who have a difficult dayor my soul grieve for the needy;
26 for I awaited good, but evil came;I expected light, but gloom arrived.
27 My insides, churning, are never quiet;days of affliction confront me.
28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine;I rise in the assembly and cry out.
29 I have become a brother to jackals,a companion to young ostriches.