27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;
    days of affliction (A)come to meet me.
28 I (B)go about darkened, but not by the sun;
    I stand up in (C)the assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of (D)jackals
    and a companion of (E)ostriches.
30 My (F)skin turns black and falls from me,
    and my (G)bones burn with heat.
31 My (H)lyre is (I)turned to mourning,
    and my (J)pipe to the voice of those who weep.

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27 My insides, churning, are never quiet;
    days of affliction confront me.
28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine;
    I rise in the assembly and cry out.
29 I have become a brother to jackals,
    a companion to young ostriches.
30 My skin is charred;
    my bones are scorched by the heat.
31 My lyre is for mourning,
    my flute, a weeping sound.

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