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1	Job Continues / Young People Now Insult Me Young people now insult me, although their fathers would have been a disgrace to my sheep dogs.	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	And those who insult me are helpless themselves.	Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3	They must claw the desert sand in the dark for something to satisfy their hunger.	For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4	They gather tasteless shrubs for food and firewood,	Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
5	and they are run out of towns, as though they were thieves.	They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
6	Their only homes are ditches or holes between rocks,	To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7	where they bray like donkeys gathering around shrubs.	Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8	And like senseless donkeys they are chased away.	They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9	Those Worthless Nobodies Those worthless nobodies make up jokes and songs to disgrace me.	And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10	They are hateful and keep their distance, even while spitting in my direction.	They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11	God has destroyed me, and so they don't care what they do.	Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12	Their attacks never stop, though I am defenseless, and my feet are trapped.	Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13	Without any help, they prevent my escape, destroying me completely	They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14	and leaving me crushed.	They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15	Terror has me surrounded; my reputation and my riches have vanished like a cloud.	Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16	I Am Sick at Heart I am sick at heart! Pain has taken its toll.	And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17	Night chews on my bones, causing endless torment,	My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18	and God has shrunk my skin, choking me to death.	By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19	I have been thrown in the dirt and now am dirt myself.	He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20	I beg God for help, but there is no answer; and when I stand up, he simply stares.	I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21	God has turned brutal,	Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22	stirring up a windstorm to toss me about.	Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23	Soon he will send me home to the world of the dead, where we all must go.	For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24	No one refuses help to others, when disaster strikes.	Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25	I mourned for the poor and those who suffered.	Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26	But when I beg for relief and light, all I receive are disaster and darkness.	When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27	My stomach is tied in knots; pain is my daily companion.	My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28	My days are dark and gloomy and in the city council I stand and cry out,	I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29	making mournful sounds like jackals and owls.	I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30	My skin is so parched, that it peels right off, and my bones are burning.	My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31	My only songs are sorrow and sadness.	My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.