"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man1 when he cries for help in his distress.2
Have I not wept for those in trouble?3 Has not my soul grieved for the poor?4
Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.5
The churning inside me never stops;6 days of suffering confront me.7
I go about blackened,8 but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.9
I have become a brother of jackals,10 a companion of owls.11
My skin grows black12 and peels;13 my body burns with fever.14
My harp is tuned to mourning,15 and my flute16 to the sound of wailing.
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