"But now those
younger
than
I amock
me, Whose
fathers
I disdained
to put
with the dogs
of my flock
.
"Indeed, what
good was the strength
of their hands
to me? Vigor
had perished
from them.
"From want and famine
they are gaunt
Who gnaw
the dry
ground by night
in waste
and desolation
,
Who pluck 1mallow
by the bushes
, And whose food
is the root
of the broom
shrub
.
"They are driven from the community
; They shout
against
them as against a thief
,
So that they dwell in dreadful
1valleys
, In holes
of the earth
and of the rocks
.
"Among the bushes
they 1cry
out; Under
the nettles
they are gathered
together
.
" 1Fools, even
2those
without
a name
, They were scourged
from the land
.
"And now I have become
their 1 ataunt
, I have even become
a bbyword
to them.
"They abhor me and stand
aloof
from me, And they do not 1refrain
from aspitting
at my face
.
"Because 1He has loosed
2His 3bowstring
and aafflicted
me, They have cast
off
bthe bridle
before
me.
"On the right hand
their 1brood
arises
; They athrust
aside my feet
band build
up against
me their ways
of destruction
.
"They abreak up my path
, They profit
1from my destruction
; No
one restrains
them.
"As through a wide breach
they come
, 1Amid
the tempest
they roll
on.
" aTerrors are turned
against
me; They pursue
my 1honor
as the wind
, And my 2prosperity
has passed
away
blike a cloud
.
"And now amy soul
is poured
out 1within
me; Days
of affliction
have seized
me.
"At night it pierces
amy bones
1within
me, And my gnawing
pains take
no
rest
.
"By a great force
my garment
is adistorted
; It binds
me about as the collar
of my coat
.
"He has cast me into the amire
, And I have become
like
dust
and ashes
.
"I acry out to You for help
, but You do not answer
me; I stand
up, and You turn
Your attention
against me.
"You have 1become cruel
to me; With the might
of Your hand
You apersecute
me.
"You alift me up to the wind
and cause me to ride
; And You dissolve
me in a storm
.
"For I know that You awill bring
me to death
And to the bhouse
of meeting
for all
living
.
"Yet does not one in a heap
of ruins
stretch
out his hand
, Or
in his disaster
therefore
acry
out for help
?
"Have I not awept for the 1one whose life
is hard
? Was not my soul
grieved
for bthe needy
?
"When I aexpected
good
, then evil
came
; When I waited
for light
, bthen darkness
came
.
" 1I am seething awithin
and cannot
relax
; Days
of affliction
confront
me.
"I go about 1 amourning
without
comfort; I stand
up in the assembly
and bcry
out for help
.
"I have become a brother
to ajackals
And a companion
of ostriches
.
"My askin turns
black
1on me, And my bbones
burn
with 2fever
.
"Therefore my aharp 1is turned
to mourning
, And my flute
to the sound
of those who weep
.