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26 But when I hoped for good things to happen,
    trouble came instead.
When I looked for light to shine on me,
    everything became dark.
27 I hurt inside me all the time.
    Every day I suffer from pain.
28 Illness has caused my skin to become black.
    It is not the sun that has made that happen.
I stand up in the public meeting place
    and I call aloud for help.
29 I have become like the jackals and the ostriches.
    My sad voice sounds like them.
30 My skin has become black,
    and bits of skin fall off.
    My body is hot with fever.[a]
31 Now, when I make music with my harp,
    I only sing funeral songs.
When I make music with my flute,
    I do it for people who are weeping.’

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  1. 30:30 If someone has a fever, illness has made their body become very hot.