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30:1  But now they hold me in derision who are younger than I, Whose fathers I should have disdained to rank with the dogs of my flock.
30:2  Such strength as they had meant nothing to me; their vigor had perished.
30:3  In want and emaciating hunger they fled to the parched lands: to the desolate wasteland by night.
30:4  They plucked saltwort and shrubs; the roots of the broom plant were their food.
30:5  They were banished from the community, with an outcry like that against a thief—
30:6  To dwell on the slopes of the wadies, in caves of sand and stone;
30:7  Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they huddled together.
30:8  Irresponsible, of no account, they were driven out of the land.
30:9  Yet now they sing of me in mockery; I have become a byword among them.
30:10  They abhor me, they stand aloof, they do not hesitate to spit in my face!
30:11  Because he has loosened my bowstring and afflicted me, they have thrown off restraint in my presence.
30:12  On my right the young rabble rise up; they trip my feet, they build their approaches for my ruin.
30:13  They tear up my path, they promote my ruin, no helper is there against them.
30:14  As through a wide breach they advance; amid the uproar they come on in waves;
30:15  terrors roll over me. My dignity is driven off like the wind, and my well-being vanishes like a cloud.
30:16  And now my life ebbs away from me, days of affliction have taken hold of me.
30:17  At night he pierces my bones, my sinews have no rest.
30:18  With great difficulty I change my clothes, the collar of my tunic fits around my waist.
30:19  He has cast me into the mire; I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry to you, but you do not answer me; I stand, but you take no notice.
30:21  You have turned into my tormentor, and with your strong hand you attack me.
30:22  You raise me up and drive me before the wind; I am tossed about by the tempest.
30:23  Indeed I know that you will return me to death to the house destined for everyone alive.
30:24  Yet should not a hand be held out to help a wretched person in distress?
30:25  Did I not weep for the hardships of others; was not my soul grieved for the poor?
30:26  Yet when I looked for good, evil came; when I expected light, darkness came.
30:27  My inward parts seethe and will not be stilled; days of affliction have overtaken me.
30:28  I go about in gloom, without the sun; I rise in the assembly and cry for help.
30:29  I have become a brother to jackals, a companion to ostriches.
30:30  My blackened skin falls away from me; my very frame is scorched by the heat.
30:31  My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my reed pipe to sounds of weeping.