27 [a]I am seething (A)within and cannot rest;
Days of misery confront me.
28 I go about [b](B)mourning without comfort;
I stand up in the assembly and (C)cry out for help.
29 I have become a brother to (D)jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
30 My (E)skin turns black [c]on me,
And my (F)bones burn with [d]fever.
31 Therefore my (G)harp [e]is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

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Notas al pie

  1. Job 30:27 Lit My inward parts are boiling
  2. Job 30:28 Or blackened, but not by the heat of the sun
  3. Job 30:30 Lit from upon
  4. Job 30:30 Lit heat
  5. Job 30:31 Lit becomes

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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