New Living Translation

Holman Christian Standard Bible

1“But now I am mocked by people younger than I, by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs.

1But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.

2A lot of good they are to me— those worn-out wretches!

2What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigor had left them.

3They are gaunt from poverty and hunger. They claw the dry ground in desolate wastelands.

3Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.

4They pluck wild greens from among the bushes and eat from the roots of broom trees.

4They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.

5They are driven from human society, and people shout at them as if they were thieves.

5They were expelled from human society; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.

6So now they live in frightening ravines, in caves and among the rocks.

6They are living on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

7They sound like animals howling among the bushes, huddled together beneath the nettles.

7They bray among the shrubs; they huddle beneath the thistles.

8They are nameless fools, outcasts from society.

8Foolish men, without even a name. They were forced to leave the land.

9“And now they mock me with vulgar songs! They taunt me!

9Now I am mocked by their songs; I have become an object of scorn to them.

10They despise me and won’t come near me, except to spit in my face.

10They despise me and keep their distance from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11For God has cut my bowstring. He has humbled me, so they have thrown off all restraint.

11Because God has loosened my bowstring and oppressed me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.

12These outcasts oppose me to my face. They send me sprawling and lay traps in my path.

12The rabble rise up at my right; they trap my feet and construct their siege ramp against me.

13They block my road and do everything they can to destroy me. They know I have no one to help me.

13They tear up my path; they contribute to my destruction, without anyone to help them.

14They come at me from all directions. They jump on me when I am down.

14They advance as through a gaping breach; they keep rolling in through the ruins.

15I live in terror now. My honor has blown away in the wind, and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.

15Terrors are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.

16“And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days.

16Now my life is poured out before my eyes, and days of suffering have seized me.

17At night my bones are filled with pain, which gnaws at me relentlessly.

17Night pierces my bones, but my gnawing pains never rest.

18With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat.

18My clothing is distorted with great force; He chokes me by the neck of my garment.

19He has thrown me into the mud. I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.

19He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.

20“I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer. I stand before you, but you don’t even look.

20I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; when I stand up, You merely look at me.

21You have become cruel toward me. You use your power to persecute me.

21You have turned against me with cruelty; You harass me with Your strong hand.

22You throw me into the whirlwind and destroy me in the storm.

22You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it; You scatter me in the storm.

23And I know you are sending me to my death— the destination of all who live.

23Yes, I know that You will lead me to death-- the place appointed for all who live.

24“Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for help in their trouble.

24Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined man when he cries out to him for help because of his distress.

25Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?

25Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?

26So I looked for good, but evil came instead. I waited for the light, but darkness fell.

26But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness came.

27My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me.

27I am churning within and cannot rest; days of suffering confront me.

28I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help.

28I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

29Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls.

29I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.

30My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever.

30My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.

31My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep.

31My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

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