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.