27. My heart is in turmoil unceasingly;the days of my affliction confront me.
28. I go about blackened, but not by the sun;in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.
29. I have become a brother to jackalsand a companion of ostriches.
30. My skin has turned dark on me;my body is hot with fever.
31. My harp is used for mourningand my flute for the sound of weeping.