23. I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
24. But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.
25. I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
26. I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.
27. My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.
28. I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.
29. I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.
30. My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.
31. My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.