"But now those younger than I 1mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
"Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
"From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
"They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
"Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
"Fools , even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
"And now I have become their 2taunt, I have even become a 3byword to them.
"They abhor me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from 4spitting at my face.
"Because He has loosed His bowstring and 5afflicted me, They have cast off 6the bridle before me.
"On the right hand their brood arises; They 7thrust aside my feet 8and build up against me their ways of destruction.
"They 9break up my path, They profit from my destruction; No one restrains them.
"As through a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on.
"10Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away 11like a cloud.
"And now 12my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me.
"At night it pierces 13my bones within me, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
"By a great force my garment is 14distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
"He has cast me into the 15mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
"I 16cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
"You have become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You 17persecute me.
"You 18lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride; And You dissolve me in a storm.
"For I know that You 19will bring me to death And to the 20house of meeting for all living.
"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or in his disaster therefore 21cry out for help?
"Have I not 22wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for 23the needy?
"When I 24expected good, then evil came; When I waited for light, 25then darkness came.
"I am seething 26within and cannot relax; Days of affliction confront me.
"I go about 27mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and 28cry out for help.
"I have become a brother to 29jackals And a companion of ostriches .
"My 30skin turns black on me, And my 31bones burn with fever.
"Therefore my 32harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.