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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 .
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me ,
men in whom ripe age has perished?
3They are gaunt from lack and famine .
They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation .
4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes .
The roots of the broom tree are their food .
5They are driven out from amongst men.
They cry after them as after a thief ,
6so that they live in frightful valleys ,
and in holes of the earth and of the rocks .
7They bray amongst the bushes .
They are gathered together under the nettles .
8They 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 .
10They abhor me , they stand aloof from me ,
and don’t hesitate to spit in my face .
11For he has untied his cord , and afflicted me ;
and they have thrown off restraint before me .
12On my right hand rise the rabble.
They thrust aside my feet .
They cast their ways of destruction up against me .
13They mar my path .
They promote my destruction
without anyone’s help .
14As through a wide breach they come.
They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15Terrors have turned on me .
They chase my honour 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 .
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me ,
and the pains that gnaw me take no rest .
18My garment is disfigured by great force .
It binds me about as the collar of my tunic .
19He has cast me into the mire .
I have become like dust and ashes .
20I cry to you , and you do not answer me .
I stand up , and you gaze at me .
21You have turned to be cruel to me .
With the might of your hand you persecute me .
22You lift me up to the wind , and drive me with it .
You dissolve me in the storm.
23For 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 ?
25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble ?
Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26When I looked for good , then evil came .
When I waited for light, darkness came .
27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest .
Days of affliction have come on me .
28I go mourning without the sun .
I stand up in the assembly , and cry for help .
29I am a brother to jackals ,
and a companion to ostriches .
30My skin grows black and peels from me .
My bones are burnt with heat .
31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,
and my pipe into the voice of those who weep .