But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,
whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit
me, in whom old age was perished?
3For want and famine they were
solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their
5They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after
them as after a thief;)
6To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys,
in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they
were viler than the earth.
9And now am I their song, yea, I am their
10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have
also let loose the bridle before me.
12Upon my right hand
rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways
of their destruction.
13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity,
they have no helper.
14They came upon me as a wide breaking in
of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my
welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me;
the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in
me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force
of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the
collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like
dust and ashes.
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up,
and thou regardest me not.
21Thou art become cruel to me: with
thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22Thou liftest me up to
the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my
23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,
and to the house appointed for all living.
24Howbeit he will not
stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was
not my soul grieved for the poor?
26When I looked for good, then
evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the
29I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them