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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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Footnotes

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

27 My heart is troubled and restless.
    Days of suffering torment me.
28 I walk in gloom, without sunlight.
    I stand in the public square and cry for help.
29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals
    and a companion to owls.
30 My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp plays sad music,
    and my flute accompanies those who weep.

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