24. Indeed, no prayer availeth when he stretcheth out his hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
25. Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26. For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.
27. My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.
28. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.