25 Have I not wept for the unfortunate?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 But when I hoped for good, trouble came;when I expected light, then darkness came.
27 My heart is in turmoil unceasingly;the days of my affliction confront me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun;in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin has turned dark on me;my body is hot with fever.
31 My harp is used for mourningand my flute for the sound of weeping.