1: And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock. 2: Also -- the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished. 3: With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste, 4: Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food. 5: From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), 6: In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. 7: Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. 8: Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. 9: And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. 10: They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit. 11: Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away. 12: On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity. 13: They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.' 14: As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves. 15: He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away. 16: And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction. 17: At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down. 18: By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me. 19: Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes. 20: I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me. 21: Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me. 22: Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me. 23: For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living. 24: Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety. 25: Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy. 26: When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh. 27: My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction. 28: Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry. 29: A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich. 30: My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat, 31: And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.