CAB(i)
26 But I, when I waited for good things, behold, days of evils came upon me all the more.
27 My belly boiled, and would not cease — the days of poverty prevented me.
28 I went mourning without restraint, and I have stood and cried out in the assembly.
29 I have become a brother of monsters, and a companion of ostriches.
30 And my skin has been greatly blackened, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also has been turned into mourning, and my song into my weeping.