24 “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,and in his disaster cry for help?
25 Did not I weep for him whose day was hard?Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came,and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;days of affliction come to meet me.
28 I go about darkened, but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns black and falls from me,and my bones burn with heat.