24 “Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.
25 Have I not wept for the unfortunate, and grieved myself over the poor?
26 Indeed, I hoped for good, but evil came, and I waited for light, but darkness came.
27 My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still; days of misery come to confront me.
28 I go about in mourning garb, but not in sunlight; I stand up in the assembly, and I cry for help.
29 I am a companion for the jackals and a companion for ostriches.
30 My skin turns black on me, and my bones burn with heat.