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¹But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. ²Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? ³For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. ⁴Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. ⁵They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;) ⁶To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. ⁷Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. ⁸They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. ⁹And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. ¹⁰They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. ¹¹Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. ¹²Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. ¹³They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. ¹⁴They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. ¹⁵Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. ¹⁶And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me. ¹⁷My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. ¹⁸By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. ¹⁹He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. ²⁰I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not. ²¹Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. ²²Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance. ²³For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. ²⁴Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. ²⁵Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? ²⁶When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. ²⁷My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. ²⁸I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. ²⁹I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. ³⁰My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. ³¹My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

ASV

American Standard Version

¹But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. ²Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished. ³They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation. ⁴They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food. ⁵They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief; ⁶So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. ⁷Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together. ⁸They arechildren of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land. ⁹And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them. ¹⁰They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face. ¹¹For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me. ¹²Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction. ¹³They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper. ¹⁴As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me. ¹⁵Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud. ¹⁶And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me. ¹⁷In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And thepainsthat gnaw me take no rest. ¹⁸By God’sgreat force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. ¹⁹He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes. ²⁰I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me. ²¹Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me. ²²Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to rideupon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm. ²³For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living. ²⁴Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? ²⁵Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? ²⁶When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness. ²⁷My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me. ²⁸I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. ²⁹I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches. ³⁰My skin is black, and fallethfrom me, And my bones are burned with heat. ³¹Therefore is my harpturnedto mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.