Job 30:27-31

Evangelical Heritage Version

²⁷ My emotions^[a] are boiling over.
They are never quiet.
Days of suffering confront me.
²⁸ I walk around darkened, but not by the sun.
I stand in the assembly and cry for help.
²⁹ I have become a brother to jackals,
a companion for screeching ostriches.
³⁰ My skin turns black and falls off,
and my bones burn with fever.
³¹ My lyre plays only sad songs.
My flute accompanies only the sound of weeping.