Job 30:27-31

International Standard Version

²⁷I’m boiling mad inside, and I won’t remain silent;
the time for my affliction to confront me has arrived.

²⁸“In growing darkness, I walked without sunlight;
    I stood in the congregation to cry for help.
²⁹I’ve become a brother to jackals,
    and a friend to ostriches.
³⁰My skin turns black all over me;
    and my bones seem burned from the heat.
³¹But my harp is in mourning;
    my flute plays only songs for those who are weeping.”