Job 30:24-31

New International Version

²⁴ “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man^(A)
    when he cries for help in his distress.^(B)
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble?^(C)
    Has not my soul grieved for the poor?^(D)
26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
    when I looked for light, then came darkness.^(E)
27 The churning inside me never stops;^(F)
    days of suffering confront me.^(G)
28 I go about blackened,^(H) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.^(I)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,^(J)
    a companion of owls.^(K)
30 My skin grows black^(L) and peels;^(M)
    my body burns with fever.^(N)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,^(O)
    and my pipe^(P) to the sound of wailing.