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.
31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
