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| [1]But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. |
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| [2]Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? men in whom ripe age is perished. |
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| [3]They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom wasteness and desolation. |
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| [4]They pluck salt-wort with wormwood; and the roots of the broom are their food. |
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| [5]They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief. |
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| [6]In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. |
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| [7]Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together. |
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| [8]They are children of churls, yea, children o ignoble men; they were scourged out of the land. |
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| [9]And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them. |
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| [10]They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. |
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| [11]For He hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me. |
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| [12]Upon my right hand rise the brood; they entangle my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction. |
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| [13]They break up my path, they further my calamity, even men that have no helper. |
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| [14]As through a wide breach they come; in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me. |
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| [15]Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud. |
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| [16]And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me. |
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| [17]In the night my bones are pierced, and fall from me, and my sinews take no rest. |
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| [18]By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured; it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. |
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| [19]He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. |
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| [20]I cry unto Thee, and Thou dost not answer me; I stand up, and Thou lookest at me. |
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| [21]Thou art turned to be cruel to me; with the might of Thy hand Thou hatest me. |
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| [22]Thou liftest me up to the wind, Thou causest me to ride upon it; and Thou dissolvest my substance. |
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| [23]For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. |
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| [24]Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity, |
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| [25]If I have not wept for him that was in trouble, and if my soul grieved not for the needy. |
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| [26]Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; and when I waited for light, there came darkness. |
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| [27]Mine inwards boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me. |
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| [28]I go mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. |
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| [29]I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches. |
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| [30]My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat. |
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| [31]Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep. |
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