- 1. But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
- 2. Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
- 3. They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
- 4. They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
- 5. They are driven forth from the midst [of men]; They cry after them as after a thief;
- 6. So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
- 7. Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
- 8. [They are] children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.
- 9. And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.
- 10. They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.
- 11. For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
- 12. Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
- 13. They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, [Even] men that have no helper.
- 14. As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [upon me].
- 15. Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
- 16. And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
- 17. In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
- 18. By [God’s] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
- 19. He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
- 20. I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.
- 21. Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
- 22. Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride [upon it]; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.
- 23. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
- 24. Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
- 25. Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
- 26. When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
- 27. My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
- 28. I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
- 29. I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
- 30. My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
- 31. Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
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