27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin is black, 'and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore is my harp 'turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
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