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1 But now those younger laugh at me, whose fathers I would have refused to set with the dogs of my flock.

2 Also, what [profit] for me [was] the strength of their hands, [for] full vigor had perished from them?

3 They are dried up with want and famine; they who gnaw the dry ground, [which was] before waste and ruin,

4 [those] plucking mallows by the bushes, and broom roots [for] their food.

5 They are driven forth from the midst; they cried against them as a thief.

6 [They] dwell in the chasms of the valleys, [in] holes of the earth and [in] rocks.

7 They bray among the bushes; they huddle together under the nettles;

8 sons of fools, yea, sons without a name; they have been whipped out of the land.

9 And now I am their song; yea, I am their byword.

10 They despise me, and they flee far from me; they do not spare spit from my face.

11 Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, they have also thrown off the bridle before me.

12 On [my] right a brood rises; they push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their ruin.

13 They have broken down my path, they gain by my trouble; they have no helper.

14 As [through] a wide break they came [on]; they roll under a ruin.

15 Terrors have turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind; and my good passes away like a cloud.

16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have taken hold on me.

17 My bones are pierced in me in the night; and my gnawings never lie down.

18 By the great force [of my disease] my clothing is exposed; it binds me about like the mouth of my coat.

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

20 I cried to You, and You did not hear me; I stood up, and You did not consider me.

21 You changed to [be] cruel to me; with Your mighty hand You assault me.

22 You lift me up to the wind; You cause me to ride [on it]; and You melt me in a storm.

23 For I know [that] You will bring me [to] death, and [to] the house appointed for all living.

24 Surely He will not stretch out [His] hand to the ruin-heap, though they cry in their misfortune.

25 Did I not weep for him whose day was hard; and my soul grieved for the poor?

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

27 My bowels boiled, and did not rest; the days of trouble confront me.

28 I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up [and] I cried out in the congregation.

29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

30 My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.

31 And my lyre has [turned] to mourning, and my flute to the sound of weeping.