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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 The churning inside me never stops;(A)
    days of suffering confront me.(B)
28 I go about blackened,(C) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(D)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(E)
    a companion of owls.(F)
30 My skin grows black(G) and peels;(H)
    my body burns with fever.(I)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(J)
    and my pipe(K) to the sound of wailing.

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