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# Chapter 30
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1. "But now they mock at me, _men_ younger than I,
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1. "But now they mock at me, men younger than I,
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Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
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2. Indeed, what _profit_ is the strength of their hands to me?
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2. Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me?
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Their vigor has perished.
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3. _They are_ gaunt from want and famine,
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3. They are gaunt from want and famine,
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Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
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4. Who pluck mallow by the bushes,
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And broom tree roots _for_ their food.
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And broom tree roots for their food.
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5. They were driven out from among _men,_
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They shouted at them as _at_ a thief.
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5. They were driven out from among men,
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They shouted at them as at a thief.
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6. _They had_ to live in the clefts of the valleys,
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_In_ caves of the earth and the rocks.
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6. They had to live in the clefts of the valleys,
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In caves of the earth and the rocks.
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7. Among the bushes they brayed,
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Under the nettles they nestled.
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8. _They were_ sons of fools,
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8. They were sons of fools,
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Yes, sons of vile men;
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They were scourged from the land.
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11. Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,
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They have cast off restraint before me.
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12. At _my_ right _hand_ the rabble arises;
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12. At my right hand the rabble arises;
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They push away my feet,
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And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
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They pursue my honor as the wind,
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And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
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16. "And now my soul is poured out because of my _plight;_
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16. "And now my soul is poured out because of my plight;
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The days of affliction take hold of me.
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17. My bones are pierced in me at night,
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20. "I cry out to You, but You do not answer me;
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I stand up, and You regard me.
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21. _But_ You have become cruel to me;
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21. But You have become cruel to me;
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With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
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22. You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride _on it;_
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22. You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;
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You spoil my success.
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23. For I know _that_ You will bring me _to_ death,
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And _to_ the house appointed for all living.
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23. For I know that You will bring me to death,
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And to the house appointed for all living.
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24. "Surely He would not stretch out _His_ hand against a heap of ruins,
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If they cry out when He destroys _it._
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24. "Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins,
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If they cry out when He destroys it.
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25. Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?
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Has _not_ my soul grieved for the poor?
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Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
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26. But when I looked for good, evil came _to me;_
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26. But when I looked for good, evil came to me;
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And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
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27. My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;
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Days of affliction confront me.
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28. I go about mourning, but not in the sun;
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I stand up in the assembly _and_ cry out for help.
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I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
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29. I am a brother of jackals,
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And a companion of ostriches.
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30. My skin grows black and falls from me;
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My bones burn with fever.
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31. My harp is _turned_ to mourning,
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31. My harp is turned to mourning,
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And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
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