1 “And now, laughed at me, || Have the younger in days than I, || Whose fathers I have loathed to set || With the dogs of my flock. 2 Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has perished. 3 With want and with harsh famine, || They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, || [In] desolation and ruin, 4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, || And their food [is] root of broom trees. 5 They are cast out from the midst || (They shout against them as a thief), 6 To dwell in a frightful place of valleys, || Holes of earth and clefts. 7 They groan among shrubs, || They are gathered together under nettles. 8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, || They have been struck from the land. 9 And now, I have been their song, || And I am to them for a byword. 10 They have detested me, || They have kept far from me, || And from before me have not spared to spit. 11 Because He loosed His cord and afflicts me, || And the bridle from before me, || They have cast away. 12 A brood arises on the right hand, || They have cast away my feet, || And they raise up against me, || Their paths of calamity. 13 They have broken down my path, || They profit by my calamity: He has no helper. 14 They come as a wide breach, || Under the desolation have rolled themselves. 15 He has turned terrors against me, || It pursues my abundance as the wind, || And as a thick cloud, || My safety has passed away. 16 And now, in me my soul pours itself out, || Days of affliction seize me. 17 [At] night my bone has been pierced in me, || And my gnawing [pain] does not lie down. 18 By the abundance of power, || Is my clothing changed, || As the mouth of my coat it girds me. 19 Casting me into mire, || And I have become like dust and ashes. 20 I cry to You, || And You do not answer me, I have stood, and You consider me. 21 You are turned to be fierce to me, || With the strength of Your hand, || You oppress me. 22 You lift me up, || You cause me to ride on the wind, || And You melt—You level me. 23 For I have known You bring me back [to] death, || And [to] the house appointed for all living. 24 Surely not against the heap || Does He send forth the hand, || Though they have safety in its ruin. 25 Did I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has grieved for the needy. 26 When I expected good, then comes evil, || And I wait for light, and darkness comes. 27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, || Days of affliction have gone before me. 28 I have gone mourning without the sun, || I have risen, I cry in an assembly. 29 I have been a brother to dragons, || And a companion to daughters of the ostrich. 30 My skin has been black on me, || And my bone has burned from heat, 31 And my harp becomes mourning, || And my pipe the sound of weeping.”

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