Job 30:27-31

Common English Bible

²⁷ My insides, churning, are never quiet;
    days of affliction confront me.
²⁸ I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine;
    I rise in the assembly and cry out.
²⁹ I have become a brother to jackals,
    a companion to young ostriches.
³⁰ My skin is charred;
    my bones are scorched by the heat.
³¹ My lyre is for mourning,
    my flute, a weeping sound.