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30:1  But men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I wouldn't let them help my dogs guard sheep.
30:2  They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me.
30:3  They were so poor and hungry that they would gnaw dry roots— at night, in wild, desolate places.
30:4  They pulled up the plants of the desert and ate them, even the tasteless roots of the broom tree!
30:5  Everyone drove them away with shouts, as if they were shouting at thieves.
30:6  They had to live in caves, in holes dug in the sides of cliffs.
30:7  Out in the wilds they howled like animals and huddled together under the bushes.
30:8  A worthless bunch of nameless nobodies! They were driven out of the land.
30:9  Now they come and laugh at me; I am nothing but a joke to them.
30:10  They treat me with disgust; they think they are too good for me, and even come and spit in my face.
30:11  Because God has made me weak and helpless, they turn against me with all their fury.
30:12  This mob attacks me head-on; they send me running; they prepare their final assault.
30:13  They cut off my escape and try to destroy me; and there is no one to stop them.
30:14  They pour through the holes in my defenses and come crashing down on top of me;
30:15  I am overcome with terror; my dignity is gone like a puff of wind, and my prosperity like a cloud.
30:16  Now I am about to die; there is no relief for my suffering.
30:17  At night my bones all ache; the pain that gnaws me never stops.
30:18  God seizes me by my collar and twists my clothes out of shape.
30:19  He throws me down in the mud; I am no better than dirt.
30:20  I call to you, O God, but you never answer; and when I pray, you pay no attention.
30:21  You are treating me cruelly; you persecute me with all your power.
30:22  You let the wind blow me away; you toss me about in a raging storm.
30:23  I know you are taking me off to my death, to the fate in store for everyone.
30:24  Why do you attack a ruined man, one who can do nothing but beg for pity?
30:25  Didn't I weep with people in trouble and feel sorry for those in need?
30:26  I hoped for happiness and light, but trouble and darkness came instead.
30:27  I am torn apart by worry and pain; I have had day after day of suffering.
30:28  I go about in gloom, without any sunshine; I stand up in public and plead for help.
30:29  My voice is as sad and lonely as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.
30:30  My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.
30:31  Where once I heard joyful music, now I hear only mourning and weeping.