Job 30:27-31
New International Version
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.
Job 30:27-31
Common English Bible
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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