24 Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though it be in his destruction, one may utter a cry because of these things.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My bowels boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.