Job 30:24-31

24“Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.

25Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

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

27The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering 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, a companion of owls.

30My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.

31My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.