27. My insides are churning and won’t calm down.Days of misery are ahead of me.
28. I walk in the dark without the sun.I stand up in public and call for help.
29. I’m a brother to jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30. My skin turns dark and peels.My body burns with fever.
31. So my lyre is used for mourningand my flute for loud weeping.