27 My insides have seethed, without any rest, for the days of affliction have prevented it.
28 I went forth mourning, without anger, and rising up, I cried out in confusion.
29 I was the brother of snakes, and the companion of ostriches.
30 My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.
31 My harp has been turned into mourning, and my pipes have been turned into a voice of weeping.
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