Job 30:28-31 ▼

28 I go about darkened but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

29 I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.

31 Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.