Job 30:23-31

New International Version

²³ I know you will bring me down to death,^(A)
    to the place appointed for all the living.^(B)

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