Job 30:24-31 NIV

[24] “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress. [25] Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? [26] Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. [27] The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. [28] I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. [29] I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. [30] My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. [31] My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.