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fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. |
| 2 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished. |
| 3 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation. |
| 4 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food. |
| 5 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData They are driven forth from the midst `of men'; They cry after them as after a thief; |
| 6 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. |
| 7 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together. |
| 8 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData `They are' children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land. |
| 9 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them. |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face. |
| 11 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me. |
| 12 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction. |
| 13 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, `Even' men that have no helper. |
| 14 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves `upon me'. |
| 15 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud. |
| 16 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me. |
| 17 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest. |
| 18 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. |
| 19 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes. |
| 20 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me. |
| 21 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me. |
| 22 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride `upon it'; And thou dissolvest me in the storm. |
| 23 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living. |
| 24 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? |
| 25 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? |
| 26 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness. |
| 27 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me. |
| 28 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. |
| 29 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches. |
| 30 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat. |
| 31 |
fjrigjwwe9r2AmerStd_Bible_EN:TextData Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep. |
