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"But now they make sport of me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. |
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What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone? |
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Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground; |
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they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of the broom. |
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They are driven out from among men; they shout after them as after a thief. |
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In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. |
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Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. |
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A senseless, a disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land. |
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"And now I have become their song, I am a byword to them. |
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They abhor me, they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me. |
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Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. |
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On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction. |
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They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them. |
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As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on. |
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Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. |
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"And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me. |
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The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. |
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With violence it seizes my garment; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. |
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God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. |
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I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me; I stand, and thou dost not heed me. |
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Thou hast turned cruel to me; with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me. |
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Thou liftest me up on the wind, thou makest me ride on it, and thou tossest me about in the roar of the storm. |
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Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. |
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"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help? |
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Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor? |
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But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. |
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My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me. |
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I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. |
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I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches. |
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My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. |
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My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. |
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