Job 30:27-31

GOD’S WORD Translation

²⁷ My insides are churning and won’t calm down.
Days of misery are ahead of me.
²⁸ I walk in the dark without the sun.
I stand up in public and call for help.
²⁹ I’m a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
³⁰ My skin turns dark and peels.
My body burns with fever.
³¹ So my lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for loud weeping.