²⁷     I am boiling on the inside,
        and it will not quit;
        yet the days of misery still come for me.
²⁸     I drift in darkness, the sun absent;
        I arise in the assembly
        and call out for help.
²⁹     But who will come now that I am roaming the wilderness?
        I am a brother to jackals, a friend of ostriches.