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30:1  “But now men who are younger than I make fun of me. I would not have even let their fathers sit with my sheep dogs.
30:2  Their hands had no strength to help me. They had even lost their strength to work.
30:3  They were thin from being hungry and in need. They wandered through the dry and ruined land at night.
30:4  They gathered desert plants by the brush for food. They even ate the root of the broom tree.
30:5  They were forced to live away from other people. People shouted at them as if they were thieves.
30:6  These young men had to live in dried up streambeds. They lived in caves and among the rocks.
30:7  They howled like animals out among the bushes. And they huddled together in the brush.
30:8  They are worthless people without names. They were forced to leave the land.
30:9  “Now they make fun of me with songs. My name has become a joke among them.
30:10  They hate me and stay far away from me. But they do not mind spitting in my face.
30:11  God has taken away my strength and made me suffer. So they attack me with all their anger.
30:12  On my right side they attack me like a mob. They lay traps for my feet. They prepare to attack me.
30:13  They break up my road. They work to destroy me without anyone stopping them.
30:14  They go forward as if through a hole in the wall. They roll in among the ruins.
30:15  Great fears overwhelm me. They blow my honor away as if by a great wind. My safety disappears like a cloud.
30:16  “Now my life is almost over. My days are full of suffering.
30:17  At night my bones ache. Gnawing pains never stop.
30:18  In his great power God grabs hold of my clothing. He chokes me with the collar of my coat.
30:19  He throws me into the mud. And I become like dirt and ashes.
30:20  “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer. I stand up, but you just look at me.
30:21  You turn on me without mercy. You attack me with your powerful hand.
30:22  You snatch me up and throw me into the wind. You toss me about in the storm.
30:23  I know you will bring me down to death. You will bring me to the place where all living people must go.
30:24  “Surely no one would hurt a ruined man when he cries for help in his time of trouble.
30:25  I have cried for those who are in trouble. My soul has been very sad for poor people.
30:26  But when I hoped for good, only evil came to me. When I looked for light, darkness came.
30:27  I never stop being upset inside. Days of suffering are ahead of me.
30:28  I have become black, but not by the sun. I stand up in public and cry for help.
30:29  It is as if I have become a brother to wild dogs and a friend to ostriches.
30:30  My skin becomes black and peels off. My body burns with fever.
30:31  My harp is tuned for singing a sad song. And my flute is tuned for the sound of loud crying.