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¹ “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.

² Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

³ They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

⁴ They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.

⁵ They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,

⁶ so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

⁷ They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.

⁸ They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.

⁹ “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

¹¹ For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.

¹² On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.

¹³ They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.

¹⁴ As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.

¹⁵ Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

¹⁶ “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁸ My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.

¹⁹ He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

²¹ You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

²² You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

²³ For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.

²⁴ “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

²⁵ Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

²⁶ When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.

²⁷ My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on 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 grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

³¹ Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.