Job 30:24-31

24Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress.25Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?26But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell.27I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.28I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.29I have become a brother of jackals,1 a companion of ostriches.230My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.31My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.