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 forth 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 don`t hesitate to spit in my face.

30:11 For he has loosed 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 anyone`s help.

30:14 As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.

30:15 Terrors are 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 doesn`t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

30:25 Didn`t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn`t 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 doesn`t 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.