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27I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction 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 ostriches. 30My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever. 31My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.