1 But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
3 They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
4 They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
5 They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
6 They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
7 They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
8 They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
9 And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
10 I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
11 For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
12 The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
13 They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
14 As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
20 You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
23 For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
24 Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
26 For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
29 I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
1 "但现在年纪比我小的人都笑我； 我不容许他们的父亲与我羊群的犬只为伴。
2 他们的气力已经衰退了， 他们两手的力量对我有什么益处呢？
3 他们因穷乏与饥饿而消瘦， 在黑夜荒废与荒凉之地咀嚼旷野的干草；
4 他们在草丛中采摘咸草， 以罗腾树根作食物。
5 他们从人群中被赶出去， 人追喊他们如追喊贼一样，
6 以致他们住在惊吓谷之中， 在地洞和岩穴之间；
7 他们在草丛中间喊叫， 在杂草之下集合起来。
8 他们都是愚顽人、下流人的子孙， 被人鞭打逐出境外。
9 现在他们以我为歌曲， 我竟成了他们的笑柄。
10 他们厌恶我， 远远地离开我， 又不住吐唾沫在我脸上，
11 因为 神把我的弓弦松开， 叫我受苦， 他们就在我面前任意妄为。
12 一窝暴民在我右边兴起， 推开我的脚， 筑起灾难的路攻击我。
13 他们拆毁了我的路， 没有别人的帮助也能毁灭我；
14 他们闯进来如闯大破口， 在废墟之中辊过来，
15 惊骇临到我的身上， 驱逐我的尊严如风吹一般， 我的好景像云一样过去。
16 现在我的心伤恸有如倒了出来， 苦难的日子把我抓住。
17 夜间痛苦刺透我的骨头， 疼痛不止， 不住地咀嚼我。
18 我的衣服因 神的大力变了形， 他的大力如外衣的领口把我束紧。
19 神把我扔在泥中， 我就像尘土和炉灰一般。
20 神啊！ 我向你呼求， 你却不应允我， 我站起来， 你也不理我。
21 你变成待我残忍， 用你大能的手迫害我，
22 你把我提到风中， 使我被风刮去， 使我在暴风中消散。
23 我知道你必使我归回死地， 归到那为众生所定的阴宅。
24 然而人跌倒， 怎会不伸手？人遇灾祸， 怎会不呼救呢？
25 艰难过日的， 我不是为他哀哭； 贫穷的， 我不是为他忧愁吗？
26 我希望得福乐， 灾祸就来了； 我等候光明， 幽暗就到了。
27 我的心肠沸腾、不安， 痛苦的日子临到我。
28 我四处行走， 全身发黑， 并不是因为日晒； 我在会中站着呼求。
29 我与野狗为兄弟， 又与鸵鸟作同伴。
30 我的皮肤发黑脱落， 我的骨头因热发烧，
31 所以我的琴音变为哀音， 我的箫声变为哭声。"