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