Job 30:24-31

24Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined person when he cries out to him for help because of his distress.

25Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?

26But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness came.

27I am churning within and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me.

28I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

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

30My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.

31My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.