[1] “But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. [2] Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished. [3] They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste, [4] Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food. [5] They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief. [6] They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks. [7] Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled. [8] They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land. [9] “And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword. [10] They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face. [11] Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me. [12] At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction. [13] They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper. [14] They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along. [15] Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud. [16] “And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me. [17] My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest. [18] By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat. [19] He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes. [20] “I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me. [21] But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me. [22] You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success. [23] For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living. [24] “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it. [25] Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? [26] But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness. [27] My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me. [28] I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help. [29] I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches. [30] My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever. [31] My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.