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30:1  But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
30:2  Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? men in whom ripe age is perished.
30:3  They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground; in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
30:4  They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; and the roots of the broom are their meat.
30:5  They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
30:6  In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
30:7  Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
30:8  They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; they were scourged out of the land.
30:9  And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
30:10  They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
30:11  For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
30:12  Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
30:13  They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, even men that have no helper.
30:14  As through a wide breach they come: in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
30:15  Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
30:16  And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
30:17  In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
30:18  By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19  He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
30:21  Thou art turned to be cruel to me: with the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
30:22  Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; and thou dissolvest me in the storm.
30:23  For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
30:24  Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though it be in his destruction, one may utter a cry because of these things.
30:25  Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
30:26  When I looked for good, then evil came; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
30:27  My bowels boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
30:28  I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
30:29  I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30:30  My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
30:31  Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.