"But now they mock at me, men younger than I,
Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me?
Their vigor has perished.
They are gaunt from want and famine,
Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
Who pluck mallow by the bushes,
And broom tree roots for their food.
They were driven out from among men,
They shouted at them as at a thief.
They had to live in the clefts of the valleys,
In caves of the earth and the rocks.
Among the bushes they brayed,
Under the nettles they nestled.
They were sons of fools,
Yes, sons of vile men;
They were scourged from the land.
"And a now I am their taunting song;
Yes, I am their byword.
They abhor me, they keep far from me;
They do not hesitate b to spit in my face.
Because c He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,
They have cast off restraint before me.
At my right hand the rabble arises;
They push away my feet,
And d they raise against me their ways of destruction.
They break up my path,
They promote my calamity;
They have no helper.
They come as broad breakers;
Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
Terrors are turned upon me;
They pursue my honor as the wind,
And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
"And e now my soul is f poured out because of my plight;
The days of affliction take hold of me.
My bones are pierced in me at night,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
By great force my garment is disfigured;
It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
He has cast me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
"I g cry out to You, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You regard me.
But You have become cruel to me;
With the strength of Your hand You h oppose me.
You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;
You spoil my success.
For I know that You will bring me to death,
And to the house i appointed for all living.
"Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins,
If they cry out when He destroys it.
j Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
k But when I looked for good, evil came to me;
And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;
Days of affliction confront me.
l I go about mourning, but not in the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
m I am a brother of jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
n My skin grows black and falls from me;
o My bones burn with fever.
My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
New King James Version (NKJV) Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.
But He has made me a byword of the people, And I have become one in whose face men spit.
Those who sit in the gate speak against me, And I am the song of the drunkards.
I have become the ridicule of all my people - Their taunting song all the day.
Look at their sitting down and their rising up; I am their taunting song.
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He loosens the bonds of kings, And binds their waist with a belt.
His troops come together And build up their road against me; They encamp all around my tent.
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go with the multitude; I went with them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.
I am poured out like water, And all My bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me.
Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great, And He shall divide the spoil with the strong, Because He poured out His soul unto death, And He was numbered with the transgressors, And He bore the sin of many, And made intercession for the transgressors.
If I cry out concerning wrong, I am not heard. If I cry aloud, there is no justice.
Does it seem good to You that You should oppress, That You should despise the work of Your hands, And smile on the counsel of the wicked?
He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.
He breaks me with wound upon wound; He runs at me like a warrior.
Know then that God has wronged me, And has surrounded me with His net.
Why do you persecute me as God does, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
And as it is appointed for men to die once, but after this the judgment.
But as for me, when they were sick, My clothing was sackcloth; I humbled myself with fasting; And my prayer would return to my own heart.
I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.
For the thing I greatly feared has come upon me, And what I dreaded has happened to me.
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes.
We looked for peace, but no good came; And for a time of health, and there was trouble!
My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
I will say to God my Rock, "Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
For You are the God of my strength; Why do You cast me off? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
But You have severely broken us in the place of jackals, And covered us with the shadow of death.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert.
Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked; I will make a wailing like the jackals And a mourning like the ostriches.
For I have become like a wineskin in smoke, Yet I do not forget Your statutes.
Now their appearance is blacker than soot; They go unrecognized in the streets; Their skin clings to their bones, It has become as dry as wood.
Our skin is hot as an oven, Because of the fever of famine.
For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.