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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