1But now they that are younger than I…
2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should…
3They are gaunt with want and famine; They…
4They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the…
5They are driven forth from the midst [of…
6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In…
7Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles…
8[They are] children of fools, yea, children of…
9And now I am become their song, Yea,…
10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,…
11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted…
12Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They…
13They mar my path, They set forward my…
14As through a wide breach they come: In…
15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine…
16And now my soul is poured out within…
17In the night season my bones are pierced…
18By [God’s] great force is my garment disfigured;…
19He hath cast me into the mire, And…
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not…
21Thou art turned to be cruel to me;…
22Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou…
23For I know that thou wilt bring me…
24Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand…
25Did not I weep for him that was…
26When I looked for good, then evil came;…
27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days…
28I go mourning without the sun: I stand…
29I am a brother to jackals, And a…
30My skin is black, [and falleth] from me,…
31Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And…
