¹ But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.

² Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

³ For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

⁴ Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.

⁵ They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)

⁶ To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.

⁷ Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.

⁸ They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

⁹ And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

¹¹ Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

¹² Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

¹³ They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

¹⁴ They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.

¹⁵ Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

¹⁷ My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

¹⁸ By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.

²¹ Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

²² Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.

²³ For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

²⁴ Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

²⁵ Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

²⁶ When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

²⁷ My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

²⁸ I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

²⁹ I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

³⁰ My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

³¹ My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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¹ But now they that are younger ^{H6810 H3117} than I have me in derision, ^H7832 whose fathers ^H1 I would have disdained ^H3988 to have set ^H7896 with the dogs ^H3611 of my flock. ^H6629

² Yea, whereto ^H4100 might the strength ^H3581 of their hands ^H3027 profit me, in whom old age ^H3624 was perished? ^H6

³ For want ^H2639 and famine ^H3720 they were solitary; ^H1565 fleeing ^H6207 into the wilderness ^H6723 in former time ^H570 desolate ^H7722 and waste. ^H4875

⁴ Who cut up ^H6998 mallows ^H4408 by the bushes, ^H7880 and juniper ^H7574 roots ^H8328 for their meat. ^H3899

⁵ They were driven forth ^H1644 from among ^H1460 men, (they cried ^H7321 after them as after a thief;) ^H1590

⁶ To dwell ^H7931 in the clifts ^H6178 of the valleys, ^H5158 in caves ^H2356 of the earth, ^H6083 and in the rocks. ^H3710

⁷ Among the bushes ^H7880 they brayed; ^H5101 under the nettles ^H2738 they were gathered together. ^H5596

⁸ They were children ^H1121 of fools, ^H5036 yea, children ^H1121 of base men: ^H8034 they were viler ^H5217 than the earth. ^H776

⁹ And now am I their song, ^H5058 yea, I am their byword. ^H4405

¹⁰ They abhor ^H8581 me, they flee far ^H7368 from me, and spare ^H2820 not to spit ^H7536 in my face. ^H6440

¹¹ Because he hath loosed ^H6605 my cord, ^H3499 and afflicted ^H6031 me, they have also let loose ^H7971 the bridle ^H7448 before ^H6440 me.

¹² Upon my right ^H3225 hand rise ^H6965 the youth; ^H6526 they push away ^H7971 my feet, ^H7272 and they raise up ^H5549 against me the ways ^H734 of their destruction. ^H343

¹³ They mar ^H5420 my path, ^H5410 they set forward ^H3276 my calamity, ^{H1942 H1962} they have no helper. ^H5826

¹⁴ They came ^H857 upon me as a wide ^H7342 breaking ^H6556 in of waters: in ^H8478 the desolation ^H7722 they rolled ^H1556 themselves upon me.

¹⁵ Terrors ^H1091 are turned ^H2015 upon me: they pursue ^H7291 my soul ^H5082 as the wind: ^H7307 and my welfare ^H3444 passeth away ^H5674 as a cloud. ^H5645

¹⁶ And now my soul ^H5315 is poured out ^H8210 upon me; the days ^H3117 of affliction ^H6040 have taken hold ^H270 upon me.

¹⁷ My bones ^H6106 are pierced ^H5365 in me in the night season: ^H3915 and my sinews ^H6207 take no rest. ^H7901

¹⁸ By the great ^H7230 force ^H3581 of my disease is my garment ^H3830 changed: ^H2664 it bindeth me about ^H247 as the collar ^H6310 of my coat. ^H3801

¹⁹ He hath cast ^H3384 me into the mire, ^H2563 and I am become like ^H4911 dust ^H6083 and ashes. ^H665

²⁰ I cry ^H7768 unto thee, and thou dost not hear ^H6030 me: I stand up, ^H5975 and thou regardest ^H995 me not.

²¹ Thou art become ^H2015 cruel ^H393 to me: with thy strong ^H6108 hand ^H3027 thou opposest ^H7852 thyself against me.

²² Thou liftest me up ^H5375 to the wind; ^H7307 thou causest me to ride ^H7392 upon it, and dissolvest ^H4127 my substance. ^{H8454 H7738}

²³ For I know ^H3045 that thou wilt bring ^H7725 me to death, ^H4194 and to the house ^H1004 appointed ^H4150 for all living. ^H2416

²⁴ Howbeit he will not stretch out ^H7971 his hand ^H3027 to the grave, ^H1164 though they cry ^H7769 in his destruction. ^H6365

²⁵ Did not I weep ^H1058 for him that was in trouble? ^{H7186 H3117} was not my soul ^H5315 grieved ^H5701 for the poor? ^H34

²⁶ When I looked ^H6960 for good, ^H2896 then evil ^H7451 came ^H935 unto me: and when I waited ^H3176 for light, ^H216 there came ^H935 darkness. ^H652

²⁷ My bowels ^H4578 boiled, ^H7570 and rested ^H1826 not: the days ^H3117 of affliction ^H6040 prevented ^H6923 me.

²⁸ I went ^H1980 mourning ^H6937 without the sun: ^H2535 I stood up, ^H6965 and I cried ^H7768 in the congregation. ^H6951

²⁹ I am a brother ^H251 to dragons, ^H8577 and a companion ^H7453 to owls. ^{H1323 H3284}

³⁰ My skin ^H5785 is black ^H7835 upon me, and my bones ^H6106 are burned ^H2787 with heat. ^H2721

³¹ My harp ^H3658 also is turned to mourning, ^H60 and my organ ^H5748 into the voice ^H6963 of them that weep. ^H1058

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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.

² Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.

³ They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

⁴ They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

⁵ They are driven forth from the midst `of men'; They cry after them as after a thief;

⁶ So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

⁷ Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

⁸ `They are' children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.

⁹ And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.

¹¹ For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.

¹² Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

¹³ They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, `Even' men that have no helper.

¹⁴ As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves `upon me'.

¹⁵ Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁸ By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.

²¹ Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

²² Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride `upon it'; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

²³ For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.

²⁴ Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

²⁵ Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

²⁶ When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

²⁷ My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

²⁸ I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

²⁹ I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

³⁰ My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

³¹ Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

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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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¹ But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

² Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished?

³ Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:

⁴ They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.

⁵ They are driven forth from among [men] -- they cry after them as after a thief --

⁶ To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:

⁷ They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:

⁸ Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.

⁹ And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.

¹¹ For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.

¹² At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;

¹³ They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;

¹⁴ They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.

¹⁵ Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

¹⁷ The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:

¹⁸ By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.

²¹ Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.

²² Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.

²³ For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.

²⁴ Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.

²⁵ Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?

²⁶ For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.

²⁷ My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.

²⁸ I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.

²⁹ I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.

³⁰ My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat.

³¹ My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.

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¹ "But now those who are younger than I, have me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

² Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?

³ They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

⁴ They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

⁵ They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;

⁶ So that they dwell in frightful valleys, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

⁷ Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.

⁸ They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.

⁹ "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don't hesitate to spit in my face.

¹¹ For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.

¹² On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

¹³ They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone's help.

¹⁴ As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.

¹⁵ Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

¹⁶ "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁸ By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

²¹ You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

²² You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

²³ For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

²⁴ "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

²⁵ Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?

²⁶ When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.

²⁷ My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

²⁸ I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

²⁹ I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

³⁰ My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

³¹ Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

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¹ But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.

² Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.

³ They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.

⁴ They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.

⁵ They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves

⁶ They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.

⁷ They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.

⁸ They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.

⁹ And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.

¹⁰ I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.

¹¹ For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.

¹² The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:

¹³ They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;

¹⁴ As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.

¹⁵ Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.

¹⁶ But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:

¹⁷ The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

¹⁸ With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

¹⁹ Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

²⁰ You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.

²¹ You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.

²² Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

²³ For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.

²⁴ Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?

²⁵ Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?

²⁶ For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.

²⁷ My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.

²⁸ I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

²⁹ I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.

³⁰ My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

³¹ And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.