Contrast of Past Compassion and Present Misery

Job 30:25-31

Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?

But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell.

I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.

My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.

My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.