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[1]And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
[2]Also -- the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.
[3]With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
[4]Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.
[5]From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
[6]In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
[7]Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
[8]Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
[9]And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
[10]They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
[11]Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
[12]On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
[13]They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
[14]As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
[15]He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
[16]And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
[17]At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
[18]By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
[19]Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
[20]I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
[21]Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
[22]Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
[23]For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
[24]Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
[25]Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
[26]When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
[27]My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
[28]Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
[29]A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
[30]My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
[31]And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
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