9"And now I have become their song,
I am a byword to them.
10They abhor me, they keep aloof from me;
they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
11Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12On my right hand the rabble rise,
they drive me forth,
they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13They break up my path,
they promote my calamity;
no one restrains them.
14As through a wide breach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15Terrors are turned upon me;
my honor is pursued as by the wind,
and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16"And now my soul is poured out within me;
days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17The night racks my bones,
and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18With violence it seizes my garment;
it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
19God has cast me into the mire,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me;
I stand, and thou dost not heed me.
21Thou hast turned cruel to me;
with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me.
22Thou liftest me up on the wind, thou makest me ride on it,
and thou tossest me about in the roar of the storm.
23Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death,
and to the house appointed for all living.
24"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,
and in his disaster cry for help?
25Did not I weep for him whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26But when I looked for good, evil came;
and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27My heart is in turmoil, and is never still;
days of affliction come to meet me.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29I am a brother of jackals,
and a companion of ostriches.
30My skin turns black and falls from me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31My lyre is turned to mourning,
and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
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