Job 30:27-31

“I am seething within and cannot rest; Days of misery confront me.

“I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

“I have become a brother to jackals, And a companion of ostriches.

“My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.

“Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.