95 lines
3.0 KiB
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95 lines
3.0 KiB
Markdown
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###### 1
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"But now those younger than I laugh at me, Whose fathers I rejected _even_ to put with the dogs of my flock.
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###### 2
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Indeed, what _good was_ the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
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###### 3
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From want and famine they are gaunt, Who gnaw the dry ground by night in destruction and desolation,
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###### 4
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Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom tree.
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###### 5
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They are driven from the community; They shout against them as _against_ a thief,
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###### 6
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So that they dwell in the slopes of the valleys, In holes of the dust and of the rocks.
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###### 7
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Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
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###### 8
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Wicked fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
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###### 9
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"And now I have become their _mocking_ song; I have even become a _taunting_ word to them.
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###### 10
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They abhor me _and_ keep a distance from me, And they do not hold back from spitting at my face.
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###### 11
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Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have thrust aside _their_ bridle before me.
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###### 12
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On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways to disaster.
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###### 13
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They break up my path; They profit from my destruction; They have no helper.
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###### 14
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As _through_ a wide breach they come, Amid the storm they roll on.
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###### 15
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Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my nobility as the wind, And my _hope for_ salvation has passed away like a cloud.
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###### 16
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"And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me.
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###### 17
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At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing _pains_ take no rest.
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###### 18
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By a great force my garment is distorted; It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic.
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###### 19
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He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
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###### 20
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I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You carefully consider _how to be_ against me.
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###### 21
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You have become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You hunted me down.
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###### 22
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You lift me up to the wind _and_ cause me to ride; And You melt me away in a storm.
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###### 23
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For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting for all living.
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###### 24
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"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out _his_ hand, Or, in his upheaval, is there a cry for help because of them?
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###### 25
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Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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###### 26
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When I hoped for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then thick darkness came.
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###### 27
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I am boiling within and cannot be silent; Days of affliction confront me.
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###### 28
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I go about darkened _but_ not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly _and_ cry out for help.
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###### 29
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I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches.
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###### 30
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My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.
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###### 31
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Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.
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