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30:1  “But now those who are younger than I am make fun of me. I wouldn’t even put their parents with my sheep dogs!
30:2  Their strong hands couldn’t give me any help. That’s because their strength was gone.
30:3  They were weak because they were needy and hungry. They wandered through dry and empty deserts at night.
30:4  Among the bushes they gathered salty plants. They ate the roots of desert bushes.
30:5  They were driven away from human society. They were shouted at as if they were robbers.
30:6  They were forced to live in dry stream beds. They had to stay among rocks and in holes in the ground.
30:7  Like donkeys they cried out among the bushes. There they crowded together and hid.
30:8  They were so foolish that no one respected them. They were driven out of the land.
30:9  “Now their children laugh at me. They make fun of me with their songs.
30:10  They hate me. They stay away from me. They even dare to spit in my face.
30:11  God has made my body weak. It’s like a tent that has fallen down. So those children do what they want to in front of me.
30:12  Many people attack me on my right side. They lay traps for my feet. They come at me from every direction.
30:13  They tear up the road I walk on. They succeed in destroying me. They say, ‘No one can help him.’
30:14  They attack me like troops smashing through a wall. Among the destroyed buildings they come rolling in.
30:15  Terrors sweep over me. My honor is driven away as if by the wind. My safety vanishes like a cloud.
30:16  “Now my life is slipping away. Days of suffering grab hold of me.
30:17  At night my bones hurt. My aches and pains never stop.
30:18  God’s great power becomes like clothes to me. He chokes me like the neck of my shirt.
30:19  He throws me down into the mud. I’m nothing but dust and ashes.
30:20  “God, I cry out to you. But you don’t answer me. I stand up. But all you do is look at me.
30:21  You do mean things to me. You attack me with your mighty power.
30:22  You pick me up and blow me away with the wind. You toss me around in the storm.
30:23  I know that you will bring me down to death. That’s what you have appointed for everyone.
30:24  “No one would crush people when they cry out for help in their trouble.
30:25  Haven’t I wept for those who are in trouble? Haven’t I felt sorry for poor people?
30:26  I hoped good things would happen, but something evil came. I looked for light, but all I saw was darkness.
30:27  My insides are always churning. Nothing but days of suffering are ahead of me.
30:28  My skin has become dark, but the sun didn’t do it. I stand up in the community and cry out for help.
30:29  I’ve become a brother to wild dogs. Owls are my companions.
30:30  My skin grows black and peels. My body burns with fever.
30:31  My lyre is tuned to sadness. My flute makes a sound like weeping.