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¹ But now they mock ⓙ me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.

² What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigor had left them.

³ Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.

⁴ They plucked mallow [1] ⓚ among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.

⁵ They were banished from human society; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.

⁶ They are living on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

⁷ They bray among the shrubs; they huddle beneath the thistles.

⁸ Foolish ⓛ men, without even a name. They were forced to leave the land.

⁹ Now I am mocked by their songs; ⓜ I have become an object of scorn to them.

¹⁰ They despise me and keep their distance from me; ⓝ they do not hesitate to spit ⓐ in my face.

¹¹ Because God has loosened my [2] bowstring and oppressed me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. ⓑ

¹² The rabble [3] rise up at my right; they trap [4] my feet and construct their siege ramp [5] against me. ⓒ

¹³ They tear up my path; they contribute to my destruction, ⓓ without anyone to help them.

¹⁴ They advance as through a gaping breach; they keep rolling in through the ruins. ⓔ

¹⁵ Terrors ⓕ are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.

¹⁶ Now my life is poured out before me, and days of suffering ⓖ have seized me.

¹⁷ Night pierces my bones, but my gnawing pains never rest. ⓗ

¹⁸ My clothing is distorted with great force; he chokes me by the neck of my garment. [6]

¹⁹ He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes. ⓘ

²⁰ I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me; ⓙ when I stand up, you merely look at me.

²¹ You have turned against me with cruelty; you harass ⓚ me with your strong hand.

²² You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it; you scatter me in the storm. ⓛ

²³ Yes, I know that you will lead me to death — the place ⓜ appointed for all who live.

²⁴ Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined person [7] when he cries out to him for help because of his distress. ⓝ

²⁵ Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy? ⓐ

²⁶ But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness ⓑ came.

²⁷ I am churning within [8] and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me.

²⁸ I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. [9] I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

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

³¹ My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping. ⓓ

#	CSB
1	But now they mock ⓙ me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.
2	What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigor had left them.
3	Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.
4	They plucked mallow [1] ⓚ among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5	They were banished from human society; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.
6	They are living on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7	They bray among the shrubs; they huddle beneath the thistles.
8	Foolish ⓛ men, without even a name. They were forced to leave the land.
9	Now I am mocked by their songs; ⓜ I have become an object of scorn to them.
10	They despise me and keep their distance from me; ⓝ they do not hesitate to spit ⓐ in my face.
11	Because God has loosened my [2] bowstring and oppressed me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. ⓑ
12	The rabble [3] rise up at my right; they trap [4] my feet and construct their siege ramp [5] against me. ⓒ
13	They tear up my path; they contribute to my destruction, ⓓ without anyone to help them.
14	They advance as through a gaping breach; they keep rolling in through the ruins. ⓔ
15	Terrors ⓕ are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
16	Now my life is poured out before me, and days of suffering ⓖ have seized me.
17	Night pierces my bones, but my gnawing pains never rest. ⓗ
18	My clothing is distorted with great force; he chokes me by the neck of my garment. [6]
19	He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes. ⓘ
20	I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me; ⓙ when I stand up, you merely look at me.
21	You have turned against me with cruelty; you harass ⓚ me with your strong hand.
22	You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it; you scatter me in the storm. ⓛ
23	Yes, I know that you will lead me to death — the place ⓜ appointed for all who live.
24	Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined person [7] when he cries out to him for help because of his distress. ⓝ
25	Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy? ⓐ
26	But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness ⓑ came.
27	I am churning within [8] and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me.
28	I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. [9] I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29	I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.
30	My skin blackens and flakes off, [10] and my bones burn with fever. ⓒ
31	My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping. ⓓ

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