24-31 “What did I do to deserve this?
    Did I ever hit anyone who was calling for help?
Haven’t I wept for those who live a hard life,
    been heartsick over the lot of the poor?
But where did it get me?
    I expected good but evil showed up.
    I looked for light but darkness fell.
My stomach’s in a constant churning, never settles down.
    Each day confronts me with more suffering.
I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone.
    I stand in the congregation and protest.
I howl with the jackals,
    I hoot with the owls.
I’m black-and-blue all over,
    burning up with fever.
My fiddle plays nothing but the blues;
    my mouth harp wails laments.”

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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.

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24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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24-31 “What did I do to deserve this?
    Did I ever hit anyone who was calling for help?
Haven’t I wept for those who live a hard life,
    been heartsick over the lot of the poor?
But where did it get me?
    I expected good but evil showed up.
    I looked for light but darkness fell.
My stomach’s in a constant churning, never settles down.
    Each day confronts me with more suffering.
I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone.
    I stand in the congregation and protest.
I howl with the jackals,
    I hoot with the owls.
I’m black-and-blue all over,
    burning up with fever.
My fiddle plays nothing but the blues;
    my mouth harp wails laments.”

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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)

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24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

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