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1 But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock: “But now they laugh at me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. “But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
2 The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself. What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone? Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?
3 Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery. Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation; Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.
4 And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food. they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food. In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom bush.
5 Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry. They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief. They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.
6 They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel. In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth. A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land. A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.
9 Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword. “And now I have become their song; I am a byword to them. “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face. They abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me. They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth. Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.
12 At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves. On my right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they cast up against me their ways of destruction. On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me.
13 They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help. They break up my path; they promote my calamity; they need no one to help them. They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say.
14 They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries. As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on. They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15 I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud. Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.
16 And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me. “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me. “And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me.
17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep. The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.
18 With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat. With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
19 I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes. God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
20 I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me. I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me. “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21 Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me. You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me. You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.
22 Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me. You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm. You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.
23 I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth. For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living. I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24 But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save. “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help? “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
25 I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor. Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out. But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came. Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me. My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me. The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28 I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd. I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches. I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches. I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30 My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat. My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
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