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30:1  ‘But now they make sport of me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
30:2  What could I gain from the strength of their hands? All their vigour is gone.
30:3  Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground,
30:4  they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
30:5  They are driven out from society; people shout after them as after a thief.
30:6  In the gullies of wadis they must live, in holes in the ground, and in the rocks.
30:7  Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.
30:8  A senseless, disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
30:9  ‘And now they mock me in song; I am a byword to them.
30:10  They abhor me, they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
30:11  Because God has loosed my bowstring and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
30:12  On my right hand the rabble rise up; they send me sprawling, and build roads for my ruin.
30:13  They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them.
30:14  As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
30:15  Terrors are turned upon me; my honour is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
30:16  ‘And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.
30:17  The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
30:18  With violence he seizes my garment; he grasps me by the collar of my tunic.
30:19  He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20  I cry to you and you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
30:21  You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me.
30:22  You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
30:23  I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
30:24  ‘Surely one does not turn against the needy, when in disaster they cry for help.
30:25  Did I not weep for those whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
30:26  But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came.
30:27  My inward parts are in turmoil, and are never still; days of affliction come to meet me.
30:28  I go about in sunless gloom; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
30:29  I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
30:30  My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
30:31  My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.