American Standard Version of 1901
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I go {Or, blackened, but not by the sun}mourning without the sun:I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I am a brother to jackals,And a companion to ostriches.
My skin is black, and falleth from me,And my bones are burned with heat.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning,And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
For this will I lament and wail; I will go stripped and naked; I will make a wailing like the jackals, and a lamentation like the ostriches.
Their visage is {Hebrew: darker than blackness.}blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets:Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
The joy of our heart is ceased;Our dance is turned into mourning.