“Surely one does not turn against the needy.
When in disaster they cry for help.
Did I not weep for those whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
But when I looked for good,
When I waited for light,
My inward parts are in turmoil.
They are never still.
Days of affliction come to meet me.
I go about in sunless gloom.
I stand up in the assembly.
I cry for help.
I am a brother of jackals.
I am a companion of ostriches.
My skin turns black.
My skin falls from me.
My bones burn with heat.
My lyre is turned to mourning.
My pipe is turned to the voice of those who weep.”
This is Job’s final summary lament. The so-called patient Job was upset about his situation. Job had tried to help the needy and the poor when they needed help. However, no one heard his cry for help. He was looking for good things, but all he got was evil things. He wanted light and all he got was darkness. His stomach was upset with various afflictions that had come to him. Every day was a cloudy day. He was like a brother to wild dogs and ostriches. His skin was turning black and falling off. His whole body felt like it was burning up. His musical instruments only played mourning and weeping songs. This was the Job who did not like his situation. This was the distressed impatient Job pleading with God.