30:1 But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
30:2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
30:3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
30:4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
30:5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
30:6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
30:7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
30:8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
30:9 Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
30:10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and dont hesitate to spit in my face.
30:11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
30:12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
30:13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyones help.
30:14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
30:15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
30:16 Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
30:17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
30:18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
30:21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
30:22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
30:23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
30:24 However doesnt one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
30:25 Didnt I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasnt my soul grieved for the needy?
30:26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
30:27 My heart is troubled, and doesnt rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
30:28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
30:29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30:30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
30:31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.