24 "However doesn`t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Didn`t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn`t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn`t rest. Days of affliction have come on 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 grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
