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30:1  “But now those younger than I, as far as days, laugh at me, whose fathers I rejected for setting with the dogs of my sheep and goats.
30:2  Moreover, what use to me is the strength of their hands? With them, vigor is destroyed.
30:3  Through want and through barren hunger they are gnawing in the dry region in the darkness of desolation and waste.
30:4  They are picking salt herbs, the leaves of bushes, and the roots of broom trees to warm themselves.
30:5  They were driven out from fellow people; they shout at them as at a thief,
30:6  so that they dwell in holes of the ground and in the rocks.
30:7  They bray among the bushes; they are gathered under the nettles.
30:8  A senseless crowd, yes, a disreputable brood, they were cast out from the land.
30:9  “But now I am their mocking song, and I have become a byword for them.
30:10  They abhor me; they keep aloof from me, and they do not withhold spit from my face
30:11  because he has loosened his bowstring and humbled me, and they have thrown off restraint in my presence.
30:12  On the right hand the brood rises up; they put me to flight, and they build up their siege ramps against me.
30:13  They destroy my path; they promote my destruction; they have no helper.
30:14  As through a wide breach they come; amid a crash they rush on.
30:15  Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my hope of deliverance passed by like a cloud.
30:16  “And now my life is poured out onto me; days of misery have taken hold of me.
30:17  At night I am in great pain; my pains do not take a rest.
30:18  He seizes my clothing with great power; he grasps me by my tunic’s collar.
30:19  He has cast me into the dirt, and I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
30:21  You have turned cruel to me; you persecute me with your hand’s might.
30:22  You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it, and you toss me about in the storm.
30:23  Indeed, I know that you will bring me to death and to the house of assembly for all the living.
30:24  “Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.
30:25  Have I not wept for the unfortunate, and grieved myself over the poor?
30:26  Indeed, I hoped for good, but evil came, and I waited for light, but darkness came.
30:27  My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still; days of misery come to confront me.
30:28  I go about in mourning garb, but not in sunlight; I stand up in the assembly, and I cry for help.
30:29  I am a companion for the jackals and a companion for ostriches.
30:30  My skin turns black on me, and my bones burn with heat.
30:31  So my lyre came to be used for mourning, and my flute for the voice of those who weep.