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30:1  “But now those who are younger than I make fun of me. I thought so little of their fathers that I did not want them with my sheep dogs.
30:2  Yes, what good could I get from the strength of their hands? Their strength was gone.
30:3  Their bodies are thin and in need of food. At night they bite the dry ground in the waste land.
30:4  They pick plants that taste of salt among the bushes. And they eat the root of the broom bush.
30:5  They are driven away from people. Men call out against them as if they were robbers.
30:6  So they live in valleys made by floods, in caves of the earth and of the rocks.
30:7  Among the bushes they cry out. They gather together under the thistles.
30:8  They are fools and they have no name. They have been driven out of the land.
30:9  “Now they make fun of me in song. They laugh at me.
30:10  They hate me and keep away from me, but they spit in my face.
30:11  Because God has made the string of my bow loose and has troubled me, they have thrown off their respect for me.
30:12  Their bad group comes to my right. They push me away and trip my feet, and make ways to destroy me.
30:13  They break up my path. They make trouble for me, and no one stops them.
30:14  They come as if through a wide hole in the wall, and roll on with much noise.
30:15  Fears come upon me. They go after my honor like the wind. And my well-being has passed away like a cloud.
30:16  “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of trouble have taken hold of me.
30:17  Night cuts into my bones with pain. The pain keeps on and takes no rest.
30:18  My clothing is torn by a strong power. It pulls against me like the top of my coat.
30:19  God has thrown me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me. I stand up, and You turn away from me.
30:21  You work against me. With the power of Your hand you make it hard for me.
30:22  You lift me up to the wind and make it carry me. You throw me around in the storm.
30:23  For I know that You will bring me to death, to the place for all the living.
30:24  “Yet does not one in a destroyed place put out his hand, and in his trouble cry out for help?
30:25  Have I not cried for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul filled with sorrow for the poor?
30:26  When I expected good, then trouble came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
30:27  My heart is troubled and does not rest. Days of trouble are before me.
30:28  I go about full of sorrow without comfort. I stand up where the people are gathered and cry out for help.
30:29  I have become a brother to wild dogs, and a friend of ostriches.
30:30  My skin becomes black and falls from me. My bones burn because I am sick.
30:31  So my harp is turned to sorrow, and my horn to the sound of crying.