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30:1  “But now men younger than I make fun of me— men whose fathers were too worthless to put with my sheep dogs.
30:2  Their fathers are still too weak to be of any use to me. All their strength is gone.
30:3  They are starving with nothing to eat, so they chew on the dry, ruined land.
30:4  They pull up salt plants in the desert and eat the roots from the broom tree.
30:5  They are forced away from other people, who shout at them as if they were thieves.
30:6  They must live in the dry riverbeds, hillside caves, and holes in the ground.
30:7  They howl in the bushes and huddle together under thornbushes.
30:8  They are a bunch of worthless people without names, who were forced to leave their country.
30:9  “Now their sons sing songs to make fun of me. My name has become a bad word to them.
30:10  They hate me and stay far away from me, except when they come to spit in my face!
30:11  God has taken the string from my bow and made me weak, so they feel free to do whatever they want to me.
30:12  They attack me on my right side. They knock my feet out from under me. They build ramps to attack and destroy me like a city.
30:13  They guard the road so that I cannot escape. They succeed in destroying me, without help from anyone.
30:14  They break a hole in the wall and come rushing through it, and the crashing rocks fall on me.
30:15  I am shaking with fear. They chased my honor away like dust in the wind. My safety disappears like a cloud.
30:16  “Now my life is almost gone, and soon I will die. Days of suffering have grabbed me.
30:17  All my bones ache at night. Pain never stops chewing on me.
30:18  God grabbed the collar of my coat and twisted my clothes out of shape.
30:19  He threw me into the mud, and I became like dust and ashes.
30:20  “God, I cry out to you for help, but you don’t answer. I stand up and pray, but you don’t pay attention to me.
30:21  You have become cruel to me; you use your power to hurt me.
30:22  You let the strong wind blow me away. You throw me around in the storm.
30:23  I know you will lead me to my death, to that place where all the living must go.
30:24  “Surely no one would attack a man who is already ruined, when he is hurt and crying for help.
30:25  God, you know that I cried for those who were in trouble. You know that I mourned for the poor.
30:26  But when I hoped for good, trouble came instead. When I looked for light, darkness came.
30:27  I constantly feel upset. And my suffering has only just begun.
30:28  I am always sad and depressed, without any relief. I stand up in the public meeting and cry for help,
30:29  making sad sounds like the wild dogs, like the ostriches in the desert.
30:30  My skin is burned and peeling away. My body is hot with fever.
30:31  My harp is tuned to play songs of sorrow. My flute makes sad sounds like someone crying.