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 inward parts are in turmoil and are never still;
    days of affliction come to meet me.
28 I go about in sunless gloom;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(A)
29 I am a brother of jackals
    and a companion of ostriches.(B)
30 My skin turns black and falls from me,
    and my bones burn with heat.(C)
31 My lyre is turned to mourning
    and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.(D)

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