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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.

As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves `upon me'.

By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride `upon it'; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.

For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.

They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, `Even' men that have no helper.

So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

I smiled on them, when they had no confidence; And the light of my countenance they cast not down.

Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.

Unto me men gave ear, and waited, And kept silence for my counsel.

They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

They are driven forth from the midst `of men'; They cry after them as after a thief;

My glory is fresh in me, And my bow is renewed in my hand.

My root is spread out to the waters, And the dew lieth all night upon my branch;

Job 30

I chose out their way, and sat `as' chief, And dwelt as a king in the army, As one that comforteth the mourners.

And they waited for me as for the rain; And they opened their mouth wide `as' for the latter rain.

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

`They are' children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.

They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

After my words they spake not again; And my speech distilled upon them.

Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.

Job 28

He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; They hang afar from men, they swing to and fro.

Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay;

Surely there is a mine for silver, And a place for gold which they refine.