24 “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins,If they cry out when He destroys it.
25 Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 But when I looked for good, evil came to me;And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
27 My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;Days of affliction confront me.
28 I go about mourning, but not in the sun;I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29 I am a brother of jackals,And a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and falls from me;My bones burn with fever.