Job 30:27-31

27The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.

28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

29I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.

30My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. 31My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.