25 Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came;when I looked for light, darkness came.
27 I am churning within and cannot rest;days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.
31 My lyre is used for mourningand my flute for the sound of weeping.