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30:1  “But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
30:2  Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
30:3  They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
30:4  Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.
30:5  They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.
30:6  They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.
30:7  Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.
30:8  They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.
30:9  “And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword.
30:10  They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.
30:11  Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me.
30:12  At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
30:13  They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
30:14  They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
30:15  Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
30:16  “And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
30:17  My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
30:18  By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19  He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  “I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.
30:21  But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
30:22  You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.
30:23  For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
30:24  “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.
30:25  Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
30:26  But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
30:27  My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.
30:28  I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
30:29  I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
30:30  My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.
30:31  My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.