Job 30:29–31

29 I have become a brother of jackals,

a companion of owls.

30 My skin grows black and peels;

my body burns with fever.

31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,

and my pipe to the sound of wailing.

29 I am a brother of jackals

and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin turns black and falls from me,

and my bones burn with heat.

31 My lyre is turned to mourning,

and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

29 I am a brother to dragons,

And a companion to owls.

30 My skin is black upon me,

And my bones are burned with heat.

31 My harp also is turned to mourning,

And my organ into the voice of them that weep.

29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals

and a companion to owls.

30 My skin has turned dark,

and my bones burn with fever.

31 My harp plays sad music,

and my flute accompanies those who weep.

29 I am a brother of jackals,

And a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin grows black and falls from me;

My bones burn with fever.

31 My harp is turned to mourning,

And my flute to the voice of those who weep.

29 I have become a brother to wild dogs

and a friend to ostriches.

30 My skin has become black and peels off,

as my body burns with fever.

31 My harp is tuned to sing a sad song,

and my flute is tuned to moaning.

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.

29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin is become black and falleth off me, and my bones are parched with heat. 31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.

29 I’m a brother to jackals 

and a companion of ostriches. 

30 My skin turns dark and peels. 

My body burns with fever. 

31 So my lyre is used for mourning 

and my flute for loud weeping. 

29 I have become a brother to jackals

and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin blackens and flakes off,

and my bones burn with fever.

31 My lyre is used for mourning

and my flute for the sound of weeping.

29 I am a brother of jackals

and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin turns black and falls from me,

and my bones burn with heat.

31 My lyre is turned to mourning

and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

29 I am a companion for the jackals

and a companion for ostriches.

30 My skin turns black on me,

and my bones burn with heat.

31 So my lyre came to be used for mourning,

and my flute for the voice of those who weep.

29 I’ve become a brother to wild dogs.

Owls are my companions.

30 My skin grows black and peels.

My body burns with fever.

31 My harp is tuned to sadness.

My flute makes a sound like sobbing.