Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.1
The churning inside me never stops;2 days of suffering confront me.3
I go about blackened,4 but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.5
I have become a brother of jackals,6 a companion of owls.7
My skin grows black8 and peels;9 my body burns with fever.10
My harp is tuned to mourning,11 and my flute12 to the sound of wailing.
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