Job 30:28-31

28Illness has caused my skin to become black. It is not the sun that has made that happen. I stand up in the public meeting place and I call aloud for help.

29I have become like the jackals and the ostriches. My sad voice sounds like them.

30My skin has become black, and bits of skin fall off. My body is hot with fever.

31Now, when I make music with my harp, I only sing funeral songs. When I make music with my flute, I do it for people who are weeping.’