24. “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
25. Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26. Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27. The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29. I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30. My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.