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"But now I am mocked by people younger than I, by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs. |
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A lot of good they are to me-- those worn-out wretches! |
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They are gaunt with hunger and flee to the deserts, to desolate and gloomy wastelands. |
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They pluck wild greens from among the bushes and eat from the roots of broom trees. |
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They are driven from human society, and people shout at them as if they were thieves. |
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So now they live in frightening ravines, in caves and among the rocks. |
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They sound like animals howling among the bushes, huddled together beneath the nettles. |
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They are nameless fools, outcasts from society. |
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"And now they mock me with vulgar songs! They taunt me! |
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They despise me and won't come near me, except to spit in my face. |
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For God has cut my bowstring. He has humbled me, so they have thrown off all restraint. |
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These outcasts oppose me to my face. They send me sprawling and lay traps in my path. |
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They block my road and do everything they can to destroy me. They know I have no one to help me. |
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They come at me from all directions. They jump on me when I am down. |
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I live in terror now. My honor has blown away in the wind, and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud. |
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"And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days. |
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At night my bones are filled with pain, which gnaws at me relentlessly. |
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With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat. |
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He has thrown me into the mud. I'm nothing more than dust and ashes. |
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"I cry to you, O God, but you don't answer. I stand before you, but you don't even look. |
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You have become cruel toward me. You use your power to persecute me. |
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You throw me into the whirlwind and destroy me in the storm. |
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And I know you are sending me to my death-- the destination of all who live. |
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"Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for help in their trouble. |
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Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy? |
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So I looked for good, but evil came instead. I waited for the light, but darkness fell. |
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My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me. |
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I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help. |
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Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls. |
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My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever. |
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My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep. |
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