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.
³⁰     Despite my earnest cries, my skin burns until it is black and flakes off,
        and my bones burn with fever.