Job 30:29

27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

29I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.

30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.