24 “Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the grave,though they cry when He destroys it.
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil disaster came upon me;and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My insides boiled and did not rest;the days of affliction have met me.
28 I went mourning without the sun;I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 I am a brother of jackalsand a companion of owls.
30 My skin is black upon me,and my bones are burned with fever.