Job 30:24-31

24“Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.

25Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

26But when I hoped for good, trouble came; when I expected light, then darkness came.

27My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.

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

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

30My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.

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