Job 30:24-31

24“Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.

25Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

26But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.

27My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.

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

29I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.

30My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.

31My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.