24. Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out His hand, and in his distress cry for help?
25. Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26. Yet, when I hoped for good, evil came; when I waited for light, then darkness came.
27. “My heart seethes and never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28. I walk about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand in the assembly and cry for help.
29. I have become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30. My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
31. My harp is for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.