1  But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. 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. 10  They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face. 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. 15  Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud. 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: 18 By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat. 19  He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. 20  I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me. 21 Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me. 22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance. 23  For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living. 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? 26  For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness. 27  My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me. 28  I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation. 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.