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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.

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27 [a]My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;
Days of affliction confront me.
28 (A)I go about mourning, but not in the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29 (B)I am a brother of jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
30 (C)My skin grows black and falls from me;
(D)My bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.

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Notas al pie

  1. Job 30:27 I seethe inside