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But now men younger than I make fun of me— men whose fathers were too worthless to put with my sheep dogs. |
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Their fathers are still too weak to be of any use to me. All their strength is gone. |
3
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They are starving with nothing to eat, so they chew on the dry, ruined land. |
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They pull up salt plants in the desert and eat the roots from the broom tree. |
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They are forced away from other people, who shout at them as if they were thieves. |
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They must live in the dry riverbeds, hillside caves, and holes in the ground. |
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They howl in the bushes and huddle together under thornbushes. |
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They are a bunch of worthless people without names, who were forced to leave their country. |
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"Now their sons sing songs to make fun of me. My name has become a bad word to them. |
10
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They hate me and stay far away from me, except when they come to spit in my face! |
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God has taken the string from my bow and made me weak, so they feel free to do whatever they want to me. |
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They attack me on my right side. They knock my feet out from under me. They build ramps to attack and destroy me like a city. |
13
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They guard the road so that I cannot escape. They succeed in destroying me, without help from anyone. |
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They break a hole in the wall and come rushing through it, and the crashing rocks fall on me. |
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I am shaking with fear. They chased my honor away like dust in the wind. My safety disappears like a cloud. |
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"Now my life is almost gone, and soon I will die. Days of suffering have grabbed me. |
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All my bones ache at night. Pain never stops chewing on me. |
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God grabbed the collar of my coat and twisted my clothes out of shape. |
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He threw me into the mud, and I became like dust and ashes. |
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"God, I cry out to you for help, but you don't answer. I stand up and pray, but you don't pay attention to me. |
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You have become cruel to me; you use your power to hurt me. |
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You let the strong wind blow me away. You throw me around in the storm. |
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I know you will lead me to my death, to that place where all the living must go. |
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"Surely no one would attack a man who is already ruined, when he is hurt and crying for help. |
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God, you know that I cried for those who were in trouble. You know that I mourned for the poor. |
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But when I hoped for good, trouble came instead. When I looked for light, darkness came. |
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I constantly feel upset. And my suffering has only just begun. |
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I am always sad and depressed, without any relief. I stand up in the public meeting and cry for help, |
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making sad sounds like the wild dogs, like the ostriches in the desert. |
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My skin is burned and peeling away. My body is hot with fever. |
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My harp is tuned to play songs of sorrow. My flute makes sad sounds like someone crying. |
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