25. Did I not weep for the hardships of others;was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26. Yet when I looked for good, evil came;when I expected light, darkness came.
27. My inward parts seethe and will not be stilled;days of affliction have overtaken me.
28. I go about in gloom, without the sun;I rise in the assembly and cry for help.
29. I have become a brother to jackals,a companion to ostriches.
30. My blackened skin falls away from me;my very frame is scorched by the heat.
31. My lyre is tuned to mourning,and my reed pipe to sounds of weeping.