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1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, {N} whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
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2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? men in whom ripe age is perished.
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3 They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
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4 They pluck salt-wort with wormwood; and the roots of the broom are their food.
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5 They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
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6 In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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7 Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
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8 They are children of churls, yea, children of ignoble men; they were scourged out of the land.
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9 And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
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10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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11 For He hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
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12 Upon my right hand rise the brood; they entangle my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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13 They break up my path, they further my calamity, even men that have no helper.
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14 As through a wide breach they come; in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
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15 Terrors are turned upon me, {N} they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
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16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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17 In the night my bones are pierced, and fall from me, and my sinews take no rest.
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18 By the great force [of my disease] is my garment disfigured; it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
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����������� �������; �� �������������, �������� �������.
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19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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������������ �������, ����� ���������; �� ����������, ������������� ����.
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20 I cry unto Thee, and Thou dost not answer me; I stand up, and Thou lookest at me.
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������������� ��������� ���; �� �������� ������ ������������.
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21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me; with the might of Thy hand Thou hatest me.
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���������������� ���-�����, ��������������; �� �������������, ���� (����������).
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22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, Thou causest me to ride upon it; and Thou dissolvest my substance.
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��������-����������, ����� ������������; �� ������ ������ �����-���.
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23 For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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24 Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity,
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25 If I have not wept for him that was in trouble, and if my soul grieved not for the needy.
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26 Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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��������� �������� �����-������; �� ���������� �����-�����.
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27 Mine inwards boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
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28 I go mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
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