Job 30:27-31

New International Reader's Version

²⁷ My insides are always churning.
    Nothing but days of suffering are ahead of me.
²⁸ My skin has become dark, but the sun didn’t do it.
    I stand up in the community and cry out for help.
²⁹ I’ve become a brother to wild dogs.
    Owls are my companions.
³⁰ My skin grows black and peels.
    My body burns with fever.
³¹ My lyre is tuned to sadness.
    My flute makes a sound like weeping.