Job 30:27-31

Modern English Version

²⁷ My insides boiled and did not rest;
    the days of affliction have met me.
²⁸ I went mourning without the sun;
    I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
²⁹ I am a brother of jackals
    and a companion of owls.
³⁰ My skin is black upon me,
    and my bones are burned with fever.
³¹ My harp is turned to mourning,
    and my flute to the voice of those who weep.