30:23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
30:24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
30:25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
30:26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
30:27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
30:28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
30:29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30:30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
30:31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.