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30:1  “But now those younger than I deride me—young men whose fathers are less than my dogs.
30:2  Oh, they have strong backs all right, but they are useless, stupid fools.
30:3  They are gaunt with famine and have been cast out into deserts and the wastelands, desolate and gloomy.
30:4  They eat roots and leaves,
30:5  having been driven from civilization. Men shouted after them as after thieves.
30:6  So now they live in frightening ravines, and in caves, and among the rocks.
30:7  They sound like animals among the bushes, huddling together for shelter beneath the nettles.
30:8  These sons of theirs have also turned out to be fools, yes, children of no name, outcasts of civilization.
30:9  “And now I have become the subject of their ribald song! I am a joke among them!
30:10  They despise me and won’t come near me, and don’t mind spitting in my face.
30:11  For God has placed my life in jeopardy. These young men, having humbled me, now cast off all restraint before me.
30:12  This rabble trips me and lays traps in my path.
30:13  They block my road and do everything they can to hasten my calamity, knowing full well that I have no one to help me.
30:14  They come at me from all directions. They rush upon me when I am down.
30:15  “I live in terror now. They hold me in contempt, and my prosperity has vanished as a cloud before a strong wind.
30:16  My heart is broken. Depression haunts my days.
30:17  My weary nights are filled with pain as though something were relentlessly gnawing at my bones.
30:18  All night long I toss and turn, and my garments bind about me.
30:19  God has thrown me into the mud. I have become as dust and ashes.
30:20  “I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer me. I stand before you and you don’t bother to look.
30:21  You have become cruel toward me and persecute me with great power and effect.
30:22  You throw me into the whirlwind and dissolve me in the storm.
30:23  And I know that your purpose for me is death.
30:24  I expected my fall to be broken, just as one who falls stretches out his hand or cries for help in his calamity.
30:25  “And did I not weep for those in trouble? Wasn’t I deeply grieved for the needy?
30:26  I therefore looked for good to come. Evil came instead. I waited for the light. Darkness came.
30:27  My heart is troubled and restless. Waves of affliction have come upon me.
30:28  I am black but not from sunburn. I stand up and cry to the assembly for help. But I might as well save my breath, for I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to ostriches.
30:29  I am black but not from sunburn. I stand up and cry to the assembly for help. But I might as well save my breath, for I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to ostriches.
30:30  My skin is black and peeling. My bones burn with fever.
30:31  The voice of joy and gladness has turned to mourning.