Job 30:25-31

25 Haven't I wept for those who live a hard life, been heartsick over the lot of the poor?
26 But where did it get me? I expected good but evil showed up. I looked for light but darkness fell.
27 My stomach's in a constant churning, never settles down. Each day confronts me with more suffering.
28 I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone. I stand in the congregation and protest.
29 I howl with the jackals, I hoot with the owls.
30 I'm black and blue all over, burning up with fever.
31 My fiddle plays nothing but the blues; my mouth harp wails laments.
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