24. Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, or in calamity cry out for help?
25. Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was my being not grieved for the poor?
26. When I looked for good, then evil came to me. And when I waited for light, darkness came.
27. My inward parts boiled and did not rest; days of affliction went before me.
28. I went about blackened, but not by the sun; I stood up in the assembly, I cried for help.