| 章 |
| 30:1 |
'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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| 30:2 |
What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?
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| 30:3 |
Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground;
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| 30:4 |
they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of the broom.
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| 30:5 |
They are driven out from among men;they shout after them as after a thief.
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| 30:6 |
In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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| 30:7 |
Among the bushes they bray;under the nettles they huddle together.
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| 30:8 |
A senseless, a disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
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| 30:9 |
'And now I have become their song, I am a byword to them.
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| 30:10 |
They abhor me, they keep aloof from me;they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
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| 30:11 |
Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
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| 30:12 |
On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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| 30:13 |
They break up my path, they promote my calamity;no one restrains them.
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| 30:14 |
As through a wide breach they come;amid the crash they roll on.
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| 30:15 |
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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| 30:16 |
'And now my soul is poured out within me;days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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| 30:17 |
The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
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| 30:18 |
With violence it seizes my garment;it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
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| 30:19 |
God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
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| 30:20 |
I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me;I stand, and thou dost not heed me.
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| 30:21 |
Thou hast turned cruel to me;with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me.
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| 30:22 |
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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| 30:23 |
Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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| 30:24 |
'Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
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| 30:25 |
Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
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| 30:26 |
But when I looked for good, evil came;and when I waited for light, darkness came.
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| 30:27 |
My heart is in turmoil, and is never still;days of affliction come to meet me.
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| 30:28 |
I go about blackened, but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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| 30:29 |
I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
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| 30:30 |
My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
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| 30:31 |
My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
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