25. I mourned for the poorand those who suffered.
26. But when I beg for reliefand light,all I receive are disasterand darkness.
27. My stomach is tied in knots;pain is my daily companion.
28. Suffering has scorched my skin,and in the city councilI stand and cry out,
29. making mournful soundslike jackals and owls.
30. My skin is so parched,that it peels right off,and my bones are burning.
31. My only songs are sorrowand sadness.