23 I know you will bring me down to death,to the place appointed for all the living.
24 ‘Surely no one lays a hand on a broken manwhen he cries for help in his distress.
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble?Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 The churning inside me never stops;days of suffering confront me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 I have become a brother of jackals,a companion of owls.