25 I have cried for those who are in trouble.My soul has been very sad for poor people.
26 But when I hoped for good, only evil came to me.When I looked for light, darkness came.
27 I never stop being upset inside.Days of suffering are ahead of me.
28 I have become black, but not by the sun.I stand up in public and cry for help.
29 It is as if I have become a brother to wild dogsand a friend to ostriches.
30 My skin becomes black and peels off.My body burns with fever.
31 My harp is tuned for singing a sad song.And my flute is tuned for the sound of loud crying.