24 Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his destruction.
25 Did I not weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My heart is in turmoil, and rests not: the days of affliction confront me.
28 I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.