24 “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,
Or, in his upheaval, is there a acry for help because of them?
25 Have I not awept for the one whose life is hard?
Was not my soul grieved for bthe needy?
26 When I ahoped for good, then evil came;
When I waited for light, bthen thick darkness came.
27 I am boiling awithin and cannot be silent;
Days of affliction confront me.
28 I go about adarkened but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and bcry out for help.
29 I have become a brother to ajackals
And a companion of ostriches.
30 My askin turns black on me,
And my bbones burn with fever.
31 Therefore my aharp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.