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30:1  “But now those who are younger than I make fun of me. I would not have even let their fathers sit with my sheep dogs.
30:2  What use did I have for their strength since they had lost their strength to work?
30:3  They were thin from hunger and wandered the dry and ruined land at night.
30:4  They gathered desert plants among the brush and ate the root of the broom tree.
30:5  They were forced to live away from people; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.
30:6  They lived in dried-up streambeds, in caves, and among the rocks.
30:7  They howled like animals among the bushes and huddled together in the brush.
30:8  They are worthless people without names and were forced to leave the land.
30:9  “Now they make fun of me with songs; my name is a joke among them.
30:10  They hate me and stay far away from me, but they do not mind spitting in my face.
30:11  God has taken away my strength and made me suffer, so they attack me with all their anger.
30:12  On my right side they rise up like a mob. They lay traps for my feet and prepare to attack me.
30:13  They break up my road and work to destroy me, and no one helps me.
30:14  They come at me as if through a hole in the wall, and they roll in among the ruins.
30:15  Great fears overwhelm me. They blow my honor away as if by a great wind, and my safety disappears like a cloud.
30:16  “Now my life is almost over; my days are full of suffering.
30:17  At night my bones ache; gnawing pains never stop.
30:18  In his great power God grabs hold of my clothing and chokes me with the collar of my coat.
30:19  He throws me into the mud, and I become like dirt and ashes.
30:20  “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you just look at me.
30:21  You have turned on me without mercy; with your powerful hand you attacked me.
30:22  You snatched me up and threw me into the wind and tossed me about in the storm.
30:23  I know you will bring me down to death, to the place where all living people must go.
30:24  “Surely no one would hurt those who are ruined when they cry for help in their time of trouble.
30:25  I cried for those who were in trouble; I have been very sad for poor people.
30:26  But when I hoped for good, only evil came to me; when I looked for light, darkness came.
30:27  I never stop being upset; days of suffering are ahead of me.
30:28  I have turned black, but not by the sun. I stand up in public and cry for help.
30:29  I have become a brother to wild dogs and a friend to ostriches.
30:30  My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.
30:31  My harp is tuned to sing a sad song, and my flute is tuned to moaning.