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But now they that 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, whereto 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 wasteness and desolation. |
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They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; and the roots of the broom {cf15i are} their meat. |
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They are driven forth from the midst {cf15i of men}; they cry after them as after a thief. |
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In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, 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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{cf15i They are} children of fools, yea, children of base men; they were scourged out of the land. |
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And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them. |
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and spare not to spit in my face. |
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For he hath 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, {cf15i even} men that have no helper. |
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As through a wide breach they come: in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves {cf15i upon me}. |
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Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour 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 {cf15i pains} that gnaw me take no rest. |
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By the great force {cf15i of my disease} is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. |
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He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. |
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I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou lookest at me. |
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Thou art turned to be cruel to me: with the might of thy hand thou persecutest me. |
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Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride {cf15i upon it}; and thou dissolvest me in the storm. |
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For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. |
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Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though {cf15i it be} in his destruction, {cf15i one may utter} a cry because of these things. |
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Did not I weep for him that 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 bowels boil, and rest not; days of affliction are 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, {cf15i and falleth} from me, and my bones are burned with heat. |
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Therefore is my harp {cf15i turned} to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep. |
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