Job 30:27

“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?

Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?

Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

When I looked for good, then evil came.

When I waited for light, darkness came.

I go mourning without the sun.

I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

I am a brother to jackals,

and a companion to ostriches.

My skin grows black and peels from me.

My bones are burned with heat.