23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24. Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though it be in his destruction, one may utter a cry because of these things.
25. Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. When I looked for good, then evil came; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27. My bowels boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
28. I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29. I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30. My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31. Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.