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30:1  “But now they mock me—those younger than me, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
30:2  Moreover, what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor has gone from them.
30:3  Haggard from want and hunger, they gnaw the parched land, in former time desolate and waste.
30:4  In the brush they pluck salt herbs, and their food was from the root of the broom tree.
30:5  They were banished from society, shouted at as if they were thieves,
30:6  so they were forced to dwell in wadis, in holes of the earth and among the rocks.
30:7  They brayed among the bushes and huddled under the nettles.
30:8  A senseless and nameless brood, they were cast out from the land.
30:9  “So now I have become their taunt song; I have become a byword to them.
30:10  They despise me; they keep their distance from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
30:11  Because He has loosened my cord and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence
30:12  On my right the rabble rise up; they entangle my feet and build up their destructive paths against me.
30:13  They break up my path; they succeed in destroying me without anyone helping them.
30:14  As through a wide breach they come; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
30:15  Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.
30:16  “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering have taken hold of me.
30:17  Night pierces my bones within me; my gnawing pains never rest.
30:18  By great power He seizes my garment; He binds me like the collar of my tunic.
30:19  He has cast me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  “I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You only look at me.
30:21  You have turned on me cruelly; You attack me with the might of Your hand.
30:22  You lift me up on the wind and make me ride on it; You toss me about in the storm.
30:23  For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all the living.
30:24  Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out His hand, and in his distress cry for help?
30:25  Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
30:26  Yet, when I hoped for good, evil came; when I waited for light, then darkness came.
30:27  “My heart seethes and never stops; days of suffering confront me.
30:28  I walk about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand in the assembly and cry for help.
30:29  I have become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30:30  My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
30:31  My harp is for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.