1: But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
2: Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3: For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4: Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
5: They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
6: To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7: Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8: They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9: And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10: They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11: Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12: Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13: They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14: They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15: Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16: And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17: My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18: By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19: He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20: I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21: Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22: Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23: For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24: Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25: Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26: When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27: My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28: I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29: I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30: My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31: My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.