Job 30:29

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 go mourning without the sun.

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

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.