Job 30:28-31

28I go about mourning without comfort [my skin blackened by disease, not by the heat of the sun]; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

29I am a brother to [howling] jackals, And a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].

30My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, And my bones are burned with fever.

31Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning, And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.