Job 30:24-31

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

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

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

27“My heart seethes and never stops; days of suffering confront me.

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

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

30My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.

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