27 I am churning within[a] and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.[b]
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off,[c]
and my bones burn with fever.(A)
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 30:27 Lit My bowels boil
  2. 30:28 Or walk in sunless gloom
  3. 30:30 Lit blackens away from me

27 My heart is troubled and restless.
    Days of suffering torment me.
28 I walk in gloom, without sunlight.
    I stand in the public square and cry for help.
29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals
    and a companion to owls.
30 My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp plays sad music,
    and my flute accompanies those who weep.

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