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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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