But now [they that are] younger 3117 than I have me in derision,1 whose fathers I would have disdained1 to have set2 with the dogs of my flock.
Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?1
For want and famine [they were] solitary; fleeing6 into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
Who cut up5 mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots [for] their meat.
They were driven forth29 from among [men], (they cried55 after them as [after] a thief;)
To dwell2 in the clifts of the valleys, [in] caves of the earth, and [in] the rocks.
Among the bushes they brayed;4 under the nettles they were gathered together.29
[They were] children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler8 than the earth.
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
They abhor14 me, they flee far1 from me, and spare1 not to spit in my face.
Because he hath loosed14 my cord, and afflicted17 me, they have also let loose14 the bridle before me.
Upon [my] right [hand] rise4 the youth; they push away14 my feet, and they raise up4 against me the ways of their destruction.
They mar1 my path, they set forward55 my calamity, 1962 they have no helper.6
They came4 [upon me] as a wide breaking in [of waters]: in the desolation they rolled115 themselves [upon me].
Terrors are turned90 upon me: they pursue4 my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away1 as a cloud.
And now my soul is poured out101 upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.4
My bones are pierced14 in me in the night season: and my sinews6 take no rest.4
By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed:101 it bindeth me about4 as the collar of my coat.
He hath cast52 me into the mire, and I am become like101 dust and ashes.
I cry17 unto thee, and thou dost not hear4 me: I stand up,1 and thou regardest113 me [not].
Thou art become11 cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest4 thyself against me.
Thou liftest me up4 to the wind; thou causest me to ride55 [upon it], and dissolvest34 my substance. 7738 17
For I know1 [that] thou wilt bring55 me [to] death, and [to] the house appointed for all living.
Howbeit he will not stretch out4 [his] hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
Did not I weep1 for him that was in trouble? 3117 was [not] my soul grieved1 for the poor?
When I looked14 for good, then evil came4 [unto me]: and when I waited17 for light, there came4 darkness.
My bowels boiled,27 and rested1 not: the days of affliction prevented14 me.
I went14 mourning6 without the sun: I stood up,1 [and] I cried17 in the congregation.
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. 3284
My skin is black1 upon me, and my bones are burned1 with heat.
My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.6