

2. Yea, whereto {should} the strength of their hands {profit} me, {men} in whom vigour hath perished?

3. Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:

4. They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.

5. They are driven forth from among {men} -they cry after them as after a thief-

6. To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:

7. They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:

8. Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.

9. And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.


11. For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.

12. At {my} right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;

13. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;

14. They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.


16. And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

17. The night pierceth through my bones {and detacheth them} from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:


19. He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.


21. Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.



24. Indeed, no prayer {availeth} when he stretcheth out {his} hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.

25. Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?


27. My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.


29. I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.

30. My skin is become black {and falleth} off me, and my bones are parched with heat.

31. My harp also is {turned} to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.

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