ECB(i)
26 When I awaited good, evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came:
27 my inwards boiled and hushed not; the days of humiliation anticipated me.
28 I go darkened without heat; I rise and I cry in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to monsters and a friend to daughters of the owl.
30 My skin blackens on me; my bones scorch with parch.
31 My harp becomes mourning and my woodwind the voice of weeping.