30:1 But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:
30:2 The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.
30:3 Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.
30:4 And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
30:5 Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.
30:6 They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.
30:7 They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.
30:8 The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.
30:9 Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.
30:10 They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.
30:11 For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.
30:12 At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.
30:13 They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.
30:14 They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.
30:15 I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.
30:16 And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.
30:17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.
30:18 With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.
30:19 I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.
30:20 I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.
30:21 Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.
30:22 Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.
30:23 I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
30:24 But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.
30:25 I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
30:26 I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.
30:27 My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.
30:28 I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.
30:29 I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.
30:30 My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.
30:31 My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
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