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30:1  But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
30:2  Yea, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom vigor has perished?
30:3  From want and famine they are gaunt; fleeing of late into the wilderness, desolate and waste.
30:4  Who pick mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.
30:5  They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
30:6  To dwell in the clefts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
30:7  Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
30:8  They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
30:9  And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
30:10  They abhor me, they flee far from me, and hesitate not to spit in my face.
30:11  Because he has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also cast off restraint before me.
30:12  Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
30:13  They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
30:14  They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
30:15  Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my honor as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.
30:16  And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
30:17  My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
30:18  By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19  He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry unto you, and you do not hear me: I stand up, and you regard me not.
30:21  You have become cruel to me: with your strong hand you oppose yourself against me.
30:22  You lift me up to the wind; you cause me to ride upon it, and spoil my substance.
30:23  For I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
30:24  Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his destruction.
30:25  Did I not weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
30:26  When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
30:27  My heart is in turmoil, and rests not: the days of affliction confront me.
30:28  I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
30:29  I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30:30  My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
30:31  My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.