Job 30:27–31

27 I am churning withinC and cannot rest;

days of suffering confront me.

28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.D

I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

29 I have become a brother to jackals

and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin blackens and flakes off,E

and my bones burn with fever.l

31 My lyre is used for mourning

and my flute for the sound of weeping.m