Now I'm their song
"But now men younger than I am mock me — men whose fathers I would have refused to put with the dogs of my flock. Yes, what use was the strength of their hands to me, in whom old age had perished? For want and famine they were solitary, fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. They cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots were their food. They were driven out from among men; people cried after them as after a thief. They had to live in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth and in the rocks. Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they gathered together. They were children of fools, yes, children of base men; they were viler than the earth. And now I have become their song; yes, I am their byword. They loathe me and keep their distance, and they do not hesitate to spit in my face. Because he has loosed my cord and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their destruction. They mar my path and set forward my calamity; they have no helper. They came upon me as through a wide breach; in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. Terrors are turned upon me. They pursue my soul like the wind, and my welfare passes away like a cloud. Now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering have taken hold of me. My bones are pierced in me in the night season, and my sinews take no rest. By the great force of my disease my garment is changed; it binds me about like the collar of my coat. He has thrown me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes. I cry to you, and you do not hear me. I stand up, and you do not regard me. You have become cruel to me; with your strong hand you oppose me. You lift me up to the wind and make me ride upon it; you dissolve my substance. For I know you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living. Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. Didn't I weep for the one in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the poor? When I looked for good, evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came. My insides churn and will not settle; days of suffering have come upon me. I went around mourning without the sun. I stood up and cried out in the assembly. I've become a brother to jackals and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. My harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep."
But now the ones younger than me have me in mockery, whose fathers I'd have hated to set with the dogs of my flock. Yes, what use was the strength of their hands to me, in whom old age had come to nothing? For want and hunger they were lonely, running into the wilderness, in the wasted and ruined ground before. They cut up salt herbs by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food. They were driven out from among men. They shouted at them like at a thief. They had to live in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth and in the rocks. They brayed among the bushes. They gathered together under the nettles. They were children of fools, yes, children of men with no name. They were driven out of the land. And now I'm their song. Yes, I'm their byword. They loathe me. They run far from me and don't hold back from spitting in my face. Because he's let loose my cord and troubled me, they've let loose the bridle in front of me too. On my right hand the young ones get up. They push my feet away and raise up against me the ways of their wrecking. They wreck my path. They make my trouble worse, and they've got nobody to help them. They came on me like a wide breaking in of waters. In the ruin they rolled themselves on me. Terrors are turned on me. They chase my soul like the wind, and my well-being goes past like a cloud. And now my soul is poured out on me. The days of trouble have taken hold of me. My bones are run through in me in the night, and the pains that gnaw me don't rest. By the great force of my sickness my clothes are changed. It binds me round like the collar of my coat. He's thrown me into the mud, and I've turned into like dust and ashes. I cry out to you, and you don't hear me. I stand up, and you don't take any notice of me. You've turned cruel to me. With your strong hand you're against me. You lift me up to the wind. You make me ride on it and melt away my substance. Because I know you'll bring me to death, and to the house set for everyone alive. But he won't stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his ruin. Didn't I weep for the one in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the poor? When I looked for good, then evil came to me. And when I waited for light, darkness came. My insides boiled and didn't rest. The days of trouble caught up with me. I went about mourning without the sun. I stood up and cried out in the gathering. I'm a brother to jackals and a mate to owls. My skin is black on me, and my bones are burnt with heat. My harp is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of the ones who weep.
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. Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;) To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me. My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not. Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance. For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
"But now men younger than I am mock me — men whose fathers I would have refused to put with the dogs of my flock.
But now the ones younger than me have me in mockery, whose fathers I'd have hated to set with the dogs of my flock.
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.
Yes, what use was the strength of their hands to me, in whom old age had perished?
Yes, what use was the strength of their hands to me, in whom old age had come to nothing?
Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
For want and famine they were solitary, fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
For want and hunger they were lonely, running into the wilderness, in the wasted and ruined ground before.
For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
They cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots were their food.
They cut up salt herbs by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
They were driven out from among men; people cried after them as after a thief.
They were driven out from among men. They shouted at them like at a thief.
They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
They had to live in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth and in the rocks.
To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they gathered together.
They brayed among the bushes. They gathered together under the nettles.
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
They were children of fools, yes, children of base men; they were viler than the earth.
They were children of fools, yes, children of men with no name. They were driven out of the land.
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
And now I have become their song; yes, I am their byword.
And now I'm their song. Yes, I'm their byword.
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
They loathe me and keep their distance, and they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
They loathe me. They run far from me and don't hold back from spitting in my face.
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
Because he has loosed my cord and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
Because he's let loose my cord and troubled me, they've let loose the bridle in front of me too.
Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
On my right hand the young ones get up. They push my feet away and raise up against me the ways of their wrecking.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
They mar my path and set forward my calamity; they have no helper.
They wreck my path. They make my trouble worse, and they've got nobody to help them.
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They came upon me as through a wide breach; in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
They came on me like a wide breaking in of waters. In the ruin they rolled themselves on me.
They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
Terrors are turned upon me. They pursue my soul like the wind, and my welfare passes away like a cloud.
Terrors are turned on me. They chase my soul like the wind, and my well-being goes past like a cloud.
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
Now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering have taken hold of me.
And now my soul is poured out on me. The days of trouble have taken hold of me.
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
My bones are pierced in me in the night season, and my sinews take no rest.
My bones are run through in me in the night, and the pains that gnaw me don't rest.
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
By the great force of my disease my garment is changed; it binds me about like the collar of my coat.
By the great force of my sickness my clothes are changed. It binds me round like the collar of my coat.
By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
He has thrown me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
He's thrown me into the mud, and I've turned into like dust and ashes.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
I cry to you, and you do not hear me. I stand up, and you do not regard me.
I cry out to you, and you don't hear me. I stand up, and you don't take any notice of me.
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
You have become cruel to me; with your strong hand you oppose me.
You've turned cruel to me. With your strong hand you're against me.
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
You lift me up to the wind and make me ride upon it; you dissolve my substance.
You lift me up to the wind. You make me ride on it and melt away my substance.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
For I know you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.
Because I know you'll bring me to death, and to the house set for everyone alive.
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
But he won't stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his ruin.
Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
Didn't I weep for the one in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the poor?
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
When I looked for good, evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came.
When I looked for good, then evil came to me. And when I waited for light, darkness came.
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
My insides churn and will not settle; days of suffering have come upon me.
My insides boiled and didn't rest. The days of trouble caught up with me.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
I went around mourning without the sun. I stood up and cried out in the assembly.
I went about mourning without the sun. I stood up and cried out in the gathering.
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
I've become a brother to jackals and a companion to owls.
I'm a brother to jackals and a mate to owls.
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burnt with heat.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep."
My harp is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of the ones who weep.
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.