24Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the graue, though they cry in his destruction. 25Did not I weepe for him that was in trouble? was not my soule grieued for the poore? 26When I looked for good, then euill came vnto mee: and when I waited for light, there came darkenes.27My bowels boyled and rested not: the dayes of affliction preuented mee. 28I went mourning without the Sunne: I stood vp, and I cried in the Congregation.