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30:1  "But now I am mocked by people younger than I, by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs.
30:2  A lot of good they are to me--those worn-out wretches!
30:3  They are gaunt with hunger and flee to the deserts, to desolate and gloomy wastelands.
30:4  They pluck wild greens from among the bushes and eat from the roots of broom trees.
30:5  They are driven from human society, and people shout at them as if they were thieves.
30:6  So now they live in frightening ravines, in caves and among the rocks.
30:7  They sound like animals howling among the bushes, huddled together beneath the nettles.
30:8  They are nameless fools, outcasts from society.
30:9  "And now they mock me with vulgar songs! They taunt me!
30:10  They despise me and won't come near me, except to spit in my face.
30:11  For God has cut my bowstring. He has humbled me, so they have thrown off all restraint.
30:12  These outcasts oppose me to my face. They send me sprawling and lay traps in my path.
30:13  They block my road and do everything they can to destroy me. They know I have no one to help me.
30:14  They come at me from all directions. They jump on me when I am down.
30:15  I live in terror now. My honor has blown away in the wind, and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.
30:16  "And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days.
30:17  At night my bones are filled with pain, which gnaws at me relentlessly.
30:18  With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat.
30:19  He has thrown me into the mud. I'm nothing more than dust and ashes.
30:20  "I cry to you, O God, but you don't answer. I stand before you, but you don't even look.
30:21  You have become cruel toward me. You use your power to persecute me.
30:22  You throw me into the whirlwind and destroy me in the storm.
30:23  And I know you are sending me to my death--the destination of all who live.
30:24  "Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for help in their trouble.
30:25  Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?
30:26  So I looked for good, but evil came instead. I waited for the light, but darkness fell.
30:27  My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me.
30:28  I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help.
30:29  Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls.
30:30  My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever.
30:31  My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep.