Job 30:27-31
New International Version
27 The churning inside me never stops;(A)
days of suffering confront me.(B)
28 I go about blackened,(C) but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(D)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(E)
a companion of owls.(F)
30 My skin grows black(G) and peels;(H)
my body burns with fever.(I)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(J)
and my pipe(K) to the sound of wailing.
Job 30:27-31
International Standard Version
27 I’m boiling mad inside, and I won’t remain silent;
the time for my affliction to confront me has arrived.
28 “In growing darkness, I walked without sunlight;
I stood in the congregation to cry for help.
29 I’ve become a brother to jackals,
and a friend to ostriches.
30 My skin turns black all over me;
and my bones seem burned from the heat.
31 But my harp is in mourning;
my flute plays only songs for those who are weeping.”
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