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27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.
    Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun.
    I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother to jackals,
    and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me.
    My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,
    and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

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27 I am churning within[a] and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.[b]
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off,[c]
and my bones burn with fever.(A)
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 30:27 Lit My bowels boil
  2. 30:28 Or walk in sunless gloom
  3. 30:30 Lit blackens away from me