Contrast of Past Compassion and Present Misery

Job 30:25-31

Didn't I weep for those who were in trouble? Didn't I grieve for the needy?

Yet when I hoped for good, what came was bad; when I expected light, what came was darkness.

My insides are in turmoil; they can't find rest; days of misery confront me.

I go about in sunless gloom, I rise in the assembly and cry for help.

I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.

My skin is black and falling off me, and my bones are burning with heat.

So my lyre is tuned for mourning, my pipe to the voice of those who weep.