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27 My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still;
days of misery come to confront me.
28 I go about in mourning garb, but not in sunlight;
I stand up in the assembly, and I cry for help.
29 I am a companion for the jackals
and a companion for ostriches.[a]
30 My skin turns black on me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31 So[b] my lyre came to be used for mourning,
and my flute for the voice of those who weep.

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Notas al pie

  1. Job 30:29 Literally “daughters of ostrich”
  2. Job 30:31 Hebrew “And”

27 I’m boiling mad inside, and I won’t remain silent;
    the time for my affliction to confront me has arrived.

28 “In growing darkness, I walked without sunlight;
    I stood in the congregation to cry for help.
29 I’ve become a brother to jackals,
    and a friend to ostriches.
30 My skin turns black all over me;
    and my bones seem burned from the heat.
31 But my harp is in mourning;
    my flute plays only songs for those who are weeping.”

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