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30:1  “But now those who are younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I refused to put with the dogs of my flock.
30:2  Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
30:3  From poverty and famine they are gaunt, They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
30:4  Who pluck saltweed by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
30:5  They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
30:6  So that they live on the slopes of ravines, In holes in the ground and among the rocks.
30:7  Among the bushes they cry out; Under the weeds they are gathered together.
30:8  Worthless fellows, even those without a name, They were cast out from the land.
30:9  “And now I have become their taunt, And I have become a byword to them.
30:10  They loathe me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting in my face.
30:11  Because He has undone my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.
30:12  On the right hand their mob arises; They push aside my feet and pile up their ways of destruction against me.
30:13  They break up my path, They promote my destruction; No one restrains them.
30:14  As through a wide gap they come, Amid the storm they roll on.
30:15  Sudden terrors are turned upon me; They chase away my dignity like the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
30:16  “And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of misery have seized me.
30:17  At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing pains do not rest.
30:18  By a great force my garment is distorted; It ties me up like the collar of my coat.
30:19  He has thrown me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
30:21  You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You persecute me.
30:22  You lift me up to the wind and make me ride it; And You dissolve me in a storm.
30:23  For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house of meeting for all living.
30:24  “Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out with his hand, Or in his disaster does he not cry out for help?
30:25  Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was my soul not grieved for the needy?
30:26  When I expected good, evil came; When I waited for light, darkness came.
30:27  I am seething within and cannot rest; Days of misery confront me.
30:28  I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
30:29  I have become a brother to jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
30:30  My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.
30:31  Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.