30:1 But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
30:2 Yes, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age has perished.
30:3 They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the desert, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
30:4 They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
30:5 They are driven forth from the midst [of men]; They cry after them as after a thief;
30:6 So that they stay in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
30:7 Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
30:8 [They are] sons of fools, yes, sons of base men; They were scourged out of the land.
30:9 And now I have become their song, Yes, I am a byword to them.
30:10 They are disgusted by me, they stand aloof from me, And do not spare to spit in my face.
30:11 For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
30:12 On my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
30:13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, [Even] men who have no helper.
30:14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [on me].
30:15 Terrors are turned on me; They chase my honor as the wind; And my welfare has passed away as a cloud.
30:16 And now my soul is poured out inside me; Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
30:17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
30:18 By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19 He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me: I stand up, and you gaze at me.
30:21 You have turned to be cruel to me; With the might of your hand you persecute me.
30:22 You lift me up to the wind, you cause me to ride [on it]; And you dissolve me in the storm.
30:23 For I know that you will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
30:24 Nevertheless, does not one stretch out his hand when he falls? And, when he is ruined, cry for help because of it?
30:25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
30:26 When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
30:27 My insides are troubled, and do not rest; Days of affliction have come upon me.
30:28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
30:29 I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30:30 My skin is black, [and falls] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
30:31 Therefore my harp is [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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