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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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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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