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.