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“But now those younger than I alaugh at me,Whose fathers I rejected even to put with the dogs of my flock.2 “Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?Vigor had perished from them.3 “From want and famine they are gaunt,Who gnaw the dry ground by night in destruction and desolation,4 Who pluck 1mallow by the bushes,And whose food is the root of the broom tree.5 “They are driven from the community;They shout against them as against a thief,6 So that they dwell in the slopes of the 1valleys,In holes of the dust and of the rocks.7 “Among the bushes they 1cry out;Under the nettles they are gathered together.8 “1Wicked fools, even 2those without a name,They were scourged from the land.
9 “And now I have become their mocking asong;I have even become a btaunting word to them.10 “They abhor me and keep a distance from me,And they do not 1hold back from aspitting at my face.11 “Because 1He has loosed 2His 3bowstring and aafflicted me,They have thrust aside btheir bridle before me.12 “On the right hand their 1brood arises;They athrust aside my feet band build up against me their ways to disaster.13 “They abreak up my path;They profit 1from my destruction;They have no helper.14 “As through a wide breach they come,1Amid the storm they roll on.15 “aTerrors are turned against me;They pursue my nobility as the wind,And my hope for salvation has passed away blike a cloud.
16 “And now amy soul is poured out 1within me;Days of affliction have seized me.17 “At night it pierces amy bones 1within me,And my gnawing pains take no rest.18 “By a great force my garment is adistorted;It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic.19 “He has cast me into the amire,And I have become like dust and ashes.20 “I acry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;I stand up, and You carefully consider how to be against me.21 “You have 1become cruel to me;With the might of Your hand You ahunted me down.22 “You alift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;And You melt me away in a storm.23 “For I know that You awill bring me to deathAnd to the bhouse of meeting for all living.
24 “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,Or, in his upheaval, is there a acry for help because of them?25 “Have I not awept for the 1one whose life is hard?Was not my soul grieved for bthe needy?26 “When I ahoped for good, then evil came;When I waited for light, bthen thick darkness came.27 “1I am boiling awithin and cannot be silent;Days of affliction confront me.28 “I go about adarkened but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly and bcry out for help.29 “I have become a brother to ajackalsAnd a companion of ostriches.30 “My askin turns black 1on me,And my bbones burn with 2fever.31 “Therefore my aharp 1is turned to mourning,And my flute to the sound of those who weep.
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Job’s Present State Is Humiliating
“But now those who are younger than I amock me,Whose fathers I refused to put with the dogs of my flock.2 “Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?Vigor had perished from them.3 “From poverty and famine they are gaunt,They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,4 Who pluck saltweed by the bushes,And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.5 “They are driven from the community;They shout against them as against a thief,6 So that they live on the slopes of ravines,In holes in the ground and among the rocks.7 “Among the bushes they 1cry out;Under the weeds they are gathered together.8 “Worthless 1fellows, even 2those without a name,They were cast out from the land.
9 “And now I have become their 1ataunt,And I have become a 2bbyword to them.10 “They loathe me and stand aloof from me,And they do not 1refrain from aspitting in my face.11 “Because He has undone 1my 2bowstring and aafflicted me,They have cast off bthe bridle before me.12 “On the right hand their 1mob arises;They apush aside my feet band pile up their ways of destruction against me.13 “They abreak up my path,They promote my destruction;No one restrains them.14 “As through a wide gap they come,1Amid the storm they roll on.15 “aSudden terrors are turned upon me;They chase away my dignity like the wind,And my 1prosperity has passed away blike a cloud.
16 “And now amy soul is poured out 1within me;Days of misery have seized me.17 “At night it pierces amy bones 1within me,And my gnawing pains do not rest.18 “By a great force my garment is adistorted;It ties me up like the collar of my coat.19 “He has thrown me into the amire,And I have become like dust and ashes.20 “I acry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.21 “You have 1become cruel to me;With the strength of Your hand You apersecute me.22 “You alift me up to the wind and make me ride it;And You dissolve me in a storm.23 “For I know that You awill bring me to death,And to the bhouse of meeting for all living.
24 “Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out with his hand,Or in his disaster does he not acry out for help?25 “Have I not awept for the 1one whose life is hard?Was my soul not grieved for bthe needy?26 “When I aexpected good, evil came;When I waited for light, bdarkness came.27 “1I am seething awithin and cannot rest;Days of misery confront me.28 “I go about 1amourning without comfort;I stand up in the assembly and bcry out for help.29 “I have become a brother to ajackals,And a companion of ostriches.30 “My askin turns black 1on me,And my bbones burn with 2fever.31 “Therefore my aharp 1is turned to mourning,And my flute to the sound of those who weep.