26
Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27
The churning inside me never stops;
days of suffering confront me.
28
I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29
I have become a brother of jackals,
a companion of owls.
30
My skin grows black and peels;
my body burns with fever.
31
My harp is tuned to mourning,
and my flute to the sound of wailing.