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1 |But now they mock me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I disdained too much to put with my sheep dogs. “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 Moreover, the strength of their hands--what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished; 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 gaunt with want and hunger, they would gnaw the parched land, in former time desolate and waste. 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 By the brush they would gather herbs from the salt marshes, and the root of the broom tree 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 They were banished from the community--people shouted at them like they would shout at thieves-- 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 so that they had to live in the dry stream beds, in the holes of the ground, and among the rocks. 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 brayed like animals among the bushes and were huddled together under the nettles. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 Sons of senseless and nameless people, they were driven out of the land with whips. 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 |And now I have become their taunt song; I have become a byword among them. “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 detest me and maintain their distance; they do not hesitate 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 Because God has untied my tent cord and afflicted me, people throw off all restraint in my presence. 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 On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me. 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 destroy my path; they succeed in destroying me without anyone assisting them. 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 come in as through a wide breach; amid the crash they come rolling in. 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 Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away. 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 pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of 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 Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease. 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 great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic. 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 He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust 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 out to you, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you only look at 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 You have become cruel to me; with the strength of your hand you attack 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 You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it; you toss me about in the storm. 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 you are bringing me to death, to the meeting place for all the living. 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 |Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken man when he cries for help in his distress. “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 Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for 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 But when I hoped for good, trouble came; when I expected light, then darkness came. 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 heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront 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 go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help. 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 have become a brother to jackals and a 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 has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever. 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 used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping. 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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