Job:30
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But now those who are younger than I have me in derision ,
whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock .
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Yea ,
the strength of their hands ,
to what should it profit me ?
Men in whom ripe age is perished .
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They are gaunt with want and famine .
They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation .
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They pluck mallows by the bushes ,
and the roots of the juniper are their food .
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They are driven forth from the midst [
of men ].
They cry out after them as after a thief ,
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so that they dwell in frightful valleys ,
in holes of the earth and of the rocks .
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Among the bushes they bray ,
under the nettles they are gathered together .
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They are ]
sons of fools ,
yea ,
sons of base men .
They were scourged out of the land .
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And now I have become their song ,
Yea ,
I am a byword to them .
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They abhor me .
They stand aloof from me ,
and do not spare to spit in my face .
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For he has loosed his cord ,
and afflicted me .
And they have cast off the bridle before me .
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Upon my right hand rise the rabble .
They thrust aside my feet ,
and they cast up against me their ways of destruction .
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They mar my path .
They set forward my calamity , [
even ]
men who have no helper .
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As through a wide breach they come .
In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [
upon me ].
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Terrors are turned upon me .
They chase my honor as the wind ,
and my welfare is passed away as a cloud .
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And now my soul is poured out within me .
Days of affliction have taken hold upon me .
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In the night season my bones are pierced in me ,
and the [
pains ]
that gnaw me take no rest .
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By the great force my garment is disfigured .
It binds me about as the collar of my coat .
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He has cast me into the mire ,
and I have become like dust and ashes .
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I cry to thee ,
and thou do not answer me .
I stand up ,
and thou gaze at me .
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Thou have turned to be cruel to me .
With the might of thy hand thou persecute me .
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Thou lift me up to the wind .
Thou cause me to ride [
upon it ],
and thou disintegrate me in the storm .
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For I know that thou will bring me to death ,
and to the house appointed for all living .
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However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall ?
Or in his calamity therefore cry for help ?
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Did I not weep for him who was in trouble ?
Was not my soul grieved for the needy ?
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When I looked for good ,
then evil came .
And when I waited for light ,
there came darkness .
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My heart is troubled ,
and does not rest .
Days of affliction have come upon me .
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I go mourning without the sun .
I stand up in the assembly ,
and cry for help .
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I am a brother to jackals ,
and a companion to ostriches .
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My skin is black , [
and falls ]
from me .
And my bones are burned with heat .
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Therefore my harp has [
turned ]
to mourning ,
and my pipe into the voice of those who weep .