Job 30:24-31

24"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?

25Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

26But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came.

27My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me.

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

29I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches.

30My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.

31My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.