27. I am churning within and cannot rest;days of suffering confront me.
28. I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29. I have become a brother to jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30. My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.
31. My lyre is used for mourningand my flute for the sound of weeping.