Job 30:28

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.

My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.

Days of affliction have come on me.

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.

Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,

and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.