- 1. And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
- 2. Also -- the power of their hands, why `is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.
- 3. With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
- 4. Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots `is' their food.
- 5. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
- 6. In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
- 7. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
- 8. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
- 9. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
- 10. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
- 11. Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
- 12. On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
- 13. They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
- 14. As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
- 15. He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
- 16. And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
- 17. At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
- 18. By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
- 19. Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
- 20. I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
- 21. Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
- 22. Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
- 23. For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And `to' the house appointed for all living.
- 24. Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
- 25. Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
- 26. When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
- 27. My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
- 28. Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
- 29. A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
- 30. My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
- 31. And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
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