24. “Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the grave,though they cry when He destroys it.
25. Did I not weep for him who was in trouble?Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26. When I looked for good, then evil disaster came upon me;and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27. My insides boiled and did not rest;the days of affliction have met me.
28. I went mourning without the sun;I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29. I am a brother of jackalsand a companion of owls.
30. My skin is black upon me,and my bones are burned with fever.
31. My harp is turned to mourning,and my flute to the voice of those who weep.