25. if I didn’t weep for those who have a difficult dayor my soul grieve for the needy;
26. for I awaited good, but evil came;I expected light, but gloom arrived.
27. My insides, churning, are never quiet;days of affliction confront me.
28. I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine;I rise in the assembly and cry out.
29. I have become a brother to jackals,a companion to young ostriches.
30. My skin is charred;my bones are scorched by the heat.
31. My lyre is for mourning,my flute, a weeping sound.