| 1 "But now they make sport of me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. | 1 And now I am the laughing-stock of people who are younger than I am and whose parents I wouldhave disdained to put with the dogs guarding my flock. |
| 2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone? | 2 And what use to me was the strength of their hands? - enfeebled as they were, |
| 3 Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground; | 3 worn out by want and hunger, for they used to gnaw the roots of the thirsty ground -- that place ofgloom, ruin and desolation- |
| 4 they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of the broom. | 4 they used to pick saltwort among the scrub, making their meals off roots of broom. |
| 5 They are driven out from among men; they shout after them as after a thief. | 5 Outlawed from human company, which raised hue and cry against them, as against thieves, |
| 6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. | 6 they made their homes in the sides of ravines, in holes in the earth or in clefts of rock. |
| 7 Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. | 7 You could hear them braying from the bushes as they huddled together in the thistles. |
| 8 A senseless, a disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land. | 8 Children of scoundrels, worse, nameless people, the very outcasts of society! |
| 9 "And now I have become their song, I am a byword to them. | 9 And these are the ones who now make up songs about me and use me as a byword! |
| 10 They abhor me, they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me. | 10 Fil ed with disgust, they keep their distance, on seeing me, they spit without restraint. |
| 11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. | 11 And since God has loosened my bow-string and afflicted me, they too throw off the bridle in mypresence. |
| 12 On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction. | 12 Their brats surge forward on my right, to see when I am having a little peace, and advance on mewith threatening strides. |
| 13 They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them. | 13 They cut off all means of escape seizing the chance to destroy me, and no one stops them. |
| 14 As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on. | 14 They move in, as if through a wide breach, and I go tumbling beneath the rubble. |
| 15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. | 15 Terror rounds on me, my confidence is dispersed as though by the wind, my hope of safety vanisheslike a cloud. |
| 16 "And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me. | 16 And now the life in me trickles away, days of grief have gripped me. |
| 17 The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. | 17 At night-time sickness saps my bones I am gnawed by wounds that never sleep. |
| 18 With violence it seizes my garment; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. | 18 Violently, he has caught me by my clothes, has gripped me by the col ar of my coat. |
| 19 God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. | 19 He has thrown me into the mud; I am no more than dust and ashes. |
| 20 I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me; I stand, and thou dost not heed me. | 20 I cry to you, and you give me no answer; I stand before you, but you take no notice. |
| 21 Thou hast turned cruel to me; with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me. | 21 You have grown cruel to me, and your strong hand torments me unmerciful y. |
| 22 Thou liftest me up on the wind, thou makest me ride on it, and thou tossest me about in the roar of the storm. | 22 You carry me away astride the wind and blow me to pieces in a tempest. |
| 23 Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. | 23 Yes, I know that you are taking me towards death, to the common meeting-place of al the living. |
| 24 "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help? | 24 Yet have I ever laid a hand on the poor when they cried out for justice in calamity? |
| 25 Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor? | 25 Have I not wept for those whose life is hard, felt pity for the penniless? |
| 26 But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. | 26 I hoped for happiness, but sorrow came; I looked for light, but there was darkness. |
| 27 My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me. | 27 My stomach seethes, is never stil , days of suffering have struck me. |
| 28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. | 28 Sombre I go, yet no one comforts me, and if I rise in the council, I rise to weep. |
| 29 I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches. | 29 I have become brother to the jackal and companion to the ostrich. |
| 30 My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. | 30 My skin has turned black on me, my bones are burnt with fever. |
| 31 My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. | 31 My harp is tuned to dirges, my pipe to the voice of mourners. |