²⁷ My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.
    Days of affliction have come on me.
²⁸ I go mourning without the sun.
    I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
²⁹ I am a brother to jackals,
    and a companion to ostriches.
³⁰ My skin grows black and peels from me.
    My bones are burned with heat.
³¹ Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,
    and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.