24. "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or in his disaster therefore cry out for help?
25. "Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. "When I expected good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then darkness came.
27. "I am seething within and cannot relax; Days of affliction confront me.
28. "I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29. "I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches.
30. "My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.
31. "Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.