Job 30:24-31

Job’s agony

24 Surely he won't strike someone in ruins if in distress he cries out to him,
25 if I didn't weep for those who have a difficult day or my soul grieve for the needy;
26 for I awaited good, but evil came; I expected light, but gloom arrived.
27 My insides, churning, are never quiet; days of affliction confront me.
28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine; I rise in the assembly and cry out.
29 I have become a brother to jackals, a companion to young ostriches.
30 My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.
31 My lyre is for mourning, my flute, a weeping sound.