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\c 30
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\v 1 Now those who are younger than I have nothing but mockery for me—
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\q these young men whose fathers I would have refused to allow to work beside the dogs of my flock.
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\v 2 Indeed, the strength of their fathers' hands, how could it have helped me—
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\q men in whom the strength of their mature age had perished?
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\q
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\v 3 They were thin from poverty and hunger;
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\q they gnawed at the dry ground in the darkness of wilderness and desolation.
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\v 4 They plucked saltwort and bushes' leaves;
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\q the roots of the broom tree were their food.
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\v 5 They were driven out from among people
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\q who shouted after them as one would shout after a thief.
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\v 6 So they had to live in river valleys,
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\q in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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\v 7 Among the bushes they brayed like donkeys
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\q and they gathered together under the nettles.
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\v 8 They were the sons of fools, indeed, sons of nameless people!
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\q They were driven out of the land with whips.
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\v 9 But now, for their sons I have become their subject for a song of mockery;
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\q indeed, I am now a joke to them.
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\v 10 They abhor me and stand far off from me;
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\q they do not refrain from spitting in my face.
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\v 11 For God has unstrung the string to my bow and afflicted me,
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\q and those who taunt me cast off restraint before my face.
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\v 12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble;
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\q they drive me away and
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\q pile up against me their siege mounds.
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\v 13 They destroy my path;
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\q they push forward disaster for me,
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\q men who have no one to hold them back.
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\v 14 They come against me like an army through a wide hole in a city wall;
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\q in the midst of the destruction they roll themselves in on me.
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\v 15 Terrors are turned upon me;
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\q my honor is driven away as if by the wind;
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\q my prosperity passes away as a cloud.
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\v 16 Now my life is pouring out from within me;
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\q many days of suffering have laid hold on me.
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\v 17 In the night my bones in me are pierced;
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\q the pains that gnaw at me take no rest.
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\v 18 God's great force has seized my clothing;
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\q it wraps around me like the collar of my tunic.
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\v 19 He has thrown me into the mud;
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\q I have become like dust and ashes.
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\v 20 I cry to you, God, but you do not answer me;
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\q I stand up, and you merely look at me.
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\v 21 You have changed and become cruel to me;
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\q with the strength of your hand you persecute me.
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\v 22 You lift me up to the wind and cause it to drive me along;
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\q you throw me back and forth in a storm.
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\f + \ft Some modern versions have \fqa you dissolve me in a storm \fqa* . \f*
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\v 23 For I know that you will bring me to death,
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\q to the house destined for all living things.
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\v 24 However, does no one reach out with his hand to beg for help when he falls?
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\q Does no one in trouble call out for help?
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\v 25 Did not I weep for him who was in trouble?
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\q Did I not grieve for the needy man?
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\v 26 When I hoped for good, then evil came;
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\q when I waited for light, darkness came instead.
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\v 27 My heart is troubled and does not rest;
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\q days of affliction have come on me.
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\v 28 I have gone about like one who was living in the dark,
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\q but not because of the sun;
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\q I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
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\v 29 I am a brother to jackals,
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\q a companion of ostriches.
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\v 30 My skin is black and falls away from me;
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\q my bones are burned with heat.
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\v 31 Therefore my harp is tuned for songs of mourning,
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\q my flute for the singing of those who wail.
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